plain old love ain’t nothing to scoff at, Bun.
the gentle tingly touch of a loved one’s fingertips.
a puzzle on grandma’s coffee table.
Miyazaki’s plum blossoms.
homemade curry when you’re fed up with yourself.
a good scream into a pillow when you need some extra softness to help carry your grief.
a heart to heart with Ma about what love means.
a slow blink in the mirror.
a dance off!
an email exchange between Grandpa and God.
a fire that steals your eyes.
a wave that breaks your heart.
a belly laugh.
that an answer to life, the universe, and everything is that it was made 42.
that there’s no one right way to do it.
love you,
Bun.