Robust Roots and Strapping Trees, that is what you are to me.

Updated: Dec 31, 2019

This blog post is dedicated to the gorgeous individuals that I am outrageously proud to have in my life at this time. I am so deeply fortunate of the propitious times we have been allowed to share. I’ve never been more providential to title someone as “friend.”

You tend to, without exception, omit what is fragmented and exclusively notice and admire the fair, sometimes dull, flowers in my garden. A rainbow has never been more bright, there has never been as many luminescent starry nights. Your footprints are delicately located in the deepest corners of my existence. You walk me through adventure, I not once suffer suspicion of being alone or forgotten. We’ve gathered no dust, we’re not intend on becoming corroded. We’ve tasted each other’s eagerness, vivacity, and tangled souls. You present me with abundant understanding, you magnify my happiness and absorb my sorrow. You furnish my abandoned depression. You plant vibrant flowers in cavities that’s unknown and unexplored. Their roots are sturdy and powerful, spreading into my core. You’ve provoked an endless youthful giggle, something that I’ve never known to exist in my acknowledged self before. You’ve sunned my tears, you’ve set at ease my tenebrous fears. You refuse to misguide your intentions, you’re strictly grounded in honest proclamation, you don’t show caution when confronted by contrasting objections. We’re envisioned as trees, allowing each other to grow, to progress. We’re embedded and entrenched into a forest of righteousness, trust, and respect.

For as long as I remain awake, I will cherish the blossoms you have taught me to appreciate. For as long as you inhabit the crevasses in my days, I will love you, bashfully, entirely, thoroughly, and I’ll never, ever be ashamed.

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