All to often we find ourselves taking something wonderful
and trying to make it better. We think
that if we add a touch of this and that here and there it will make it all that
better. The problem is that with every change, in effort to make it better, we
lose a little piece of its identity.
Before we know it the new updated and better version resembles nothing of what we originally fell in love
with. It is with this in mind, that I have decided to appreciate the things
in life just as they are. So to you Kassandra Mayo, I love every different
thing about you, every moment your angry, every smile that wrinkles your nose,
every time your life is in a whirlwind, and every peaceful kiss good night. I
am in love with the very woman I first laid eyes on fourteen years ago. Happy
birthday love.
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