I want to give you a sweater a day, Sweetheart. Maybe a letter in each pocket too, to fill your journeys with joyful remembrance. I want to give you a sweater a day, where your hands would find reading each fabricated detail a pleasure in the busy hours of wavering transit. Maybe I could occupy your head space too, with a little melody you would hum to me before my resting eyes fully shut, “I see a thousand legged worm as it gave a little squirm…”
Here take this black sweater, it will warm you from the cold, and this red one will shelter you from the careless rain when there isn't an umbrella that is anywhere to be found. While this blue one would find your eager hands rummaging through pockets full of little edible surprises that you adore.
They will hug you like sleeves of a coffee mug, with love from love even in distance. They will tread miles with you and leave you safe no matter where your feet may wander.
I want to give you a sweater a day, Sweetheart.
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