thank you for my flowers.

for being there where when I got off the aeroplane, still half asleep.

for letting me squeeze you ’til your head popped off. well, nearly.

for squeezing me back in just the same.

for laughing with me at my insane running commentary of four days where i forgot my own name and remembered who i was.

for being proud of me for walking into stores whilst wearing my pyjamas.

for being proud of me, full stop.

for random phonecalls because we can.

for hyper-textual-over-communication-of-awesome.

for putting up with little quips from people talking behind me.

for being okay with me leaving my ability to make decisions on the plane, and returning with my Zen.

thank you, Shmooshy.  X