Honey Bee

ninth

.ninth letter

Taylor,

Christmas day. You thought I won’t be coming because we went to a vacation. You told me you bought me a very special gift (which were socks, but still special).

Luckily, we left earlier.

I didn’t tell you I will be coming home. I just knocked on your door and when you opened it, you just started screaming. And then you punched me. In the stomach. Which actually hurt.

You knocked me to the ground and gave me your gift and I gave yours and we just lay there on the snow that evening.

You made me eat snow and I took a handful of snow and threw it directly at your face. You went on top of me and kissed my nose.

Your neighbor yelled at us and told us to get a room.

You ignored him and told him to get a happy life himself.

That’s when I realized how happy I was with you.

-Matt