going off of the voicemail i left you... today, people were telling me that i looked especially pretty. and i became aware of this odd phenomena that went on within me each time someone said that... it was as if you were there with me, in me, in spirit i guess.. like i was a flower that had been so attentively nurtured and was getting to hear the praise that you have always been telling me, and i in part know i can accredit the loveliness they see to the love you lavish on me.