Jaretha
The moon to my stars. My beloved wife. My everything. The kindest soul. The dark rose in the concrete. The best thing to ever have happened to me. I love her.
“Jaretha simply is herself. And that I do love.”
Jaretha
An odd one. Truly kind in many ways. A definite “odd man out”. But I definitely like her. She treats my friend well. And he loves her, and her him. All I could ask for.
“Retha and Leo really click together, P.”
“Well yea, dude. They are kids after all.”
“Jaretha is rather kind.”
“Well yea, dude. They are kids after all.”
“Jaretha is rather kind.”
Jaretha
You know, as I type this, we’re having a conversation about how you thought I was wrong. Well, it’s me and Hera. But whatevs! I told you this year it would change. And I meant it. You matter. You are special. You are the wind of life that sweeps me out of my sleep in the morning. The driving force behind why I keep moving forward. All of the really romantic jazz that nobody searching for this would really want to read just in case but I know you want it so ask me later for it. This is me taking that step to make this leap for you. And you know why.
Jaretha truly is special. In more ways than one.