I'm elated that we've made it this far. Leaving cookie crumbs for each other to find leading to little sweet nothings like this. Being together is a delightful challenge of our own making - a game whose rules are built, bent, broken, and rebuilt by us forever until you and I have consumed so much of each other that wee don't know the world apart.

To borrow a dendritic metaphor - like two trees sharing a root system, we grow together. Wherever we're planted, be it among other trees or alone in a field, we'll saturate the ground with our radicles, binding together so strongly that if we were uprooted, it'd be inseparably as one organism. Two beautiful, perfect trees interwoven top to bottom from the deepest root to the tallest branch. I wonder how tall we can grow?

I'm looking forward to whenever we can have all our feet off the ground and truly be copilots of the skies.

Yours Owlways,

Blue

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