Dear Neto,

Dear Neto,

Ugly pug, bombshell blonde, late night tacos, laughter, music, and friends were the highlight of my weekend. We walked into eighties night at Barbarella on Saturday night; I felt like I was walking into Fast Times at Richmond High. I fell in love with the grittiness of this place. For a moment I felt what it was like to be you. You have no reservations, no fears, and concerns about what people think. I wished you were there right next to me doing the agua bendita dance.
Someone (twice) sarcastically told me that I live a fairy tale life. They were right. I have everything. I began to break what everything meant. House, car, job, health, but there’s more to it than that. Inspiration and motivation.
You are invested in me for pure happiness. You motivate me and inspire me for means that are greater than monetary interest.
Thank you for embracing and appreciating my laughter, when I sing off tune to our favorite songs, or when I forget you’re in the room and I have a dance off with myself.
At the end of the day, I just want to walk the back isles of Target with you.
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Love,
Rose

Ps. I will try my hardest to be better. Somewhere along the way I lost my drive for what I love. Thanks for the push.

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2 thoughts on “Dear Neto,

  1. All I can say is Thank you for letting me walk next to you and for every happy,sad,and cranky joe pesci moment you give me.
    Love you LEFT BRAIN 🙂

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