To my soup snake.

A bunch of us from work went for a trek. On top of the mountain, I quoted you - How beautiful are the mountains? When you're at the foothills, you look up at them with awe and wonder. As you climb up, they demand everything you have, all the fight in you. And when you're at the top, it's all worth it. The views, the wind, the joy. You feel like the world is full of possibilities. Even years later, they bring a smile to your face..."I was there".

My colleagues liked it and asked more about you. The best I could string together was "he is nice".

Where do I begin? The truth is that my sun rises and sets with you. And in case you're confused, the trek wasn't the only time I thought about you. I think about you a lot. You're pretty much all I think about, just so we're clear.

Never not wanting you,

Lola