12/5/2025

T, Mi Amor,

I think its a little crazy and a little uncanny how there are very specific songs that come to my mind when I write these things. Something almost lyrical in the way my mind stitches together the song from the very core of my brain and overlays it into how things are playing out live in my mind.

Today when I sat to write this, the song that I thought about was Another Day by Paul McCartney. It goes:

Every day, she takes a morning bath, she wets her hair

Wraps a towel around her as she’s heading for the bedroom chair

It’s just another day

And I kept thinking why it was that this song was playing. So I heard it today and listened deeply with what Paul was trying to communicate. And that’s when I fully saw it. The song is about this girl, the one who lives every day doing the most wonderful things, but they are just so devoid of feeling. Like a painting without color. She just lives without being seen.

And it made me think of the poem wrote for you the first time. You remember Invisible Girl? I think that was just another rendition of McCartney’s song. Although his song didn’t have the happy ending mine did. McCartney goes – Alone in apartment, she’d dwell. Till the man of her dreams comes to break the spell

And I think that was just so sad that she went unseen like that. And it made me then think about you, and how I am so happy that I met you and I was able to see you for who you really were. Saw behind all the distractions that everyone else gets embroiled in.

The other reason why I also thought about all this is because this thought was something that was there since the morning on my mind – what’s something that i never want to forget about you? I mean there are a million things that you do that makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

But those little things that you do which say more than a million of my words can is something that i never want to forget about you.

This morning when you called me there was something that you did. You said – guess what I am wearing on my scrubs? And I held my breath hoping I would hear what I wanted to. And It was. You said you were wearing my pullover. Damn baby, how do you do it still? In that little gesture you spoke something worth a million words. It felt that in that really tiny and really subtle way you said – I know I can’t shout from the rooftops, but this was my way of saying I am ok to be seen with you.

It just… yea …. There’s not enough words in the dictionary that I can use or find to explain what it did.

And then again in the evening when you called me. The Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii that I got was just like a bucket full of warm love and hugs that i just drowned in. It just uplifted me. A transcendental experience if you will.

And then in the evening when I sat down to write, I knew I had the answer for what I was looking for. This is the something that I never want to forget about you. All of the small.. things that you do… are what remind me of why I fell for you.

In gestures and acts tiny as a grain of sand, you are able to shield me from the burning sun.

Love You Forever & Always,

XOXO,

A