I’m a writer. I’m supposed to have the right words to say. I should be able to string together elegant words and delicate sentences to express this delight. But I can’t. Speechless is all I can utter.
But to me, that’s more beautiful than any fairytale I’ve ever heard, any love story I’ve ever read, or any dream I’ve ever walked through.
So thank you, thank you for leaving me at a loss for all words."
"Me, when I grow up
I will be September,