Scribbles

My beauty will find you unexpectedly.

I’ll drive with you to help pick out your girlfriend’s birthday gift and remind you she never liked Hemingway when you grab him from the shelf.

When I turn up the radio and say “isn’t this your mother’s favorite Christmas song?” and you’ll have to think for a moment before you realize I’m right.

When you open your birthday gift and see I’ve based it around a drunken conversation we had 2 months ago and it’s exactly what you need right now.

You see, I remember everything. My brain is a scribbled notepad of moments and memories that I jot down to pull up when I need them.

My beauty isn’t obvious- it isn’t painted on my face. It’s penciled in my mind and it will catch you off guard, because I never forget the little things that most people do.

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