275: Ooey Gooey
I have to remind you to look at the camera
because you’re always looking at me.
Has there ever been a sweeter love?
Here’s my heart,
ooey and gooey.
Feel free to take it all.
Feel free to keep it forever.
Feel free to tell me every bit of your story,
to laugh until you cry,
to sing, even if it’s off pitch.
Feel free to slip-slide around the house in your socks
and to have bed head all day. I won’t judge!
Feel free to be wholly, authentically yourself,
to laugh loudly and dance in the grocery store aisle.
I really can imagine no better ending to this story.
Written by Sarah A. Speed // Writing the Good
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