I wish I had a green thumb so bad, so I could plant you a whole garden getaway to prove that you mean a lot to me, my love. Instead, I get a Red, hot, and sweaty face when i talk to you.
I want a green thumb so I could give you gifts each and every day, whether it's just a small strawberry and flower or a large basket of cantaloupe, Poppies, Irises, and your favorite flower, Jacob's Ladders (or whatever they're called)
On November first I would send a card and a little [stuffed] animal woven from my love and hay, to show you I care. But all i can do is tell you my feelings and awkwardly make excuses so I still have hope that we can love each other and be together
I don't care about anything, as long as I can have you and I keep my imaginary green thumb and my red face.
I don't know why, but you're the only person that makes my face red and hot. I don't know the reason why it's you, but it is. It is you.
And each day, I would draw you a picture and put work into it for you.
Would you accept it? Would you accept me?
I hope so.
