I really enjoy the company of a sweet girl.

It’s colored my writing, my work, the way I see the world. It’s all good. Stupid people don’t bug me as much, nice things seem nicer.

I’m in awe of this girl. She’s smart. She’s beautiful. She’s witty. She’s sexy. She has a sweet personality and a pile of admirable skills.

She makes me feel wonderful every time I talk to her. I trust her implicitly. She flatters me.

I want to give her a trampoline, or a Wacom graphic tablet…. some orange blossom honey. Something she’d like.