Wishes, signs, wishes for signs.
I wanted to write something really profound about how life and love is a marathon. Or that I was enchanted. Depth, gravity, fortune cookies. They were all there.
But the best I could come up:
You are greater than peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, fried or quesadilla form.
That is pretty big in my book. And you stole my words.
That's a sign I need sleep right, an absence of adequate words? Maybe, just maybe this is a continued sign of love.
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