Fondest Hello

My fondest hello, my wonderful morning sun. How I’ve come to love waking up to the beams that arise from rosy cheeks and dewy skin. To the curl of your lips like the curl of your hair and you hate them, those curls. For me however, they add a flare like Adonis—Aphrodite’s golden one. And though I am no goddess you are an angel and I am lucky in this short and busy life, to have met you. So I’ll say hello and hello again. The words will never stop falling from my lips because I love you and you love them—those words. Better than anything we could get you and I, because hello is always there and we shall never say goodbye.