Butterflies

Dear Uche,

I beg you please tell me that you weren’t drunk when you sent those messages about wanting to do all my hard things for me. They gave me immediate butterflies, I had to screenshot them to read and re read. I can’t remember anyone ever saying anything like that to me before. Usually you Adams add to my troubles and hardships but you’re proving it doesn’t have to be like that. You definitely make all of my days better, not heavier. Actually, it’s a burden when I’m not talking to you because it’s just not as fun. We have such a good time together even if it’s through the phone.

I won’t lie though I got nervous today. What if we are being delusional and naive and this will never work? At the very least you brought me back to writing so it was worth it for that alone. And getting to spend any time with you is intoxicating— I feel like I’m capable of anything after our talks. You were the missing ingredient the whole time.

Love,

Vicky