Sunny Naptime

To You, B. I don’t paint but if I could, you would be my muse. I would capture those eyes that glimmer every time your smiles reach them. Next, I would capture those smiles, the way the creases on your thin lips disappear, the way a pair of shallow smile lines appear on the corners of your mouth, and even the way your chin crumple.   You know, I once overheard you say that you think the beauty marks all over your face are unpleasant. I didn’t tell you then but, just so you know, they’re not. In fact, they’re the reason I began to love mine. I remember you said one time that your hair is too thin. Buddy, it’s simply because it’s a light shade of brown that’s why it looks like that to you. Your hair added to your beauty. I remember every time the morning sun shine on the jalousie windows, it caresses your hair and that was the second most magical moment that would happen on that day. Yup, I just ranked that second. Actually, the used to be the absolute magical moment until something ...