That is what my man sent me this weekend.
He listens to what I say. He reads what I write.
He puts things together and knows how to surprise me and make me feel special.
But of course I ruined it. I ended up erasing his mix and now I am waited, with breath that is baited, for his return. Both to hold him again and to get the mix back.
Anyone else out there feel as lucky as I do? Tell me.