Dear You,
I made cupcakes to the sounds of Sia and The Shins. I ate half of the lemon icing straight out of the bowl. Then I was transported back to the 80s.
T.
Dear You,
Please come into my life and never, ever leave. We can drink martini's under the night sky and laugh at each other's jokes and hold hands surrepticiously at the movies when it's dark and no one is looking.
T.
Dear You,
It was chilly in London so we chased the sun to Italy. The scenery took our breath away every time we looked up. We ate cheese and chocolate and pasta. In that order.
T.