You know better than anyone how obsessed I am with the sky.
This morning the sky was beautiful.
It danced.
It was a moving painting of a lilac canvas with rosy pink clouds scattered across it.
Then if you turned around, the moon was shining.
It was the biggest I've ever seen the moon.
Taking its place on the sky like a drop of white paint.
You know how beautiful I think the sky is.
Just know, you're far more beautiful.
No matter how in love with the colors and the patterns that lie above me,
I'll always be more in love with you.
