Susanna

Keep letting your girl know she’s beautiful.

I think everything in life is art. What you do. How you dress. The way you love someone, and how you talk. Your smile and your personality. What you believe in, and all your dreams. The way you drink your tea. How you decorate your home. Or party. Your grocery list. The food you make. How your writing looks. And the way you feel. Life is art.

you look at me the way i want to see myself.

Are her lips like the hot chocolate your mother made during the winter months when you were seven? Or have you not tasted her well enough to find the fine granules of cocoa that lightly come with each kiss? Do you know her favorite songs? Not when she is happy, but when she is sad. What music reaches inside her ribcage and softly consoles her heart? When she is sad, are you on the phone or are you at her door? Words do not wipe away tears; fingers do. Do you know all the things that keep her up at night? Do you know why she has gone three days without sleep? Do you know of the insurmountable waves of sadness that wash over her like a tsunami? Do you know the things to say that will calm her heartbeat? The places to touch? The places to love? Do you love her?