Scraped off all plans to chop my black roots, only because you have a fetish for long hair. You told me I wasn't a single bit mushy and I absorbed that as a hint to be mushier. Heart to heart conversations seemed passe and long-gone, but last night's renewed the misconception of impossibilities. This year's birthday has been most beautiful, adorned with sincere and meaningful company, lots of booze and one sweet date who baked hazelnut chocolate-overload cakes for me.

SLLJ, I miss you.