If you were mine, I’d kiss your ankles and neck and the tip of your nose. I’d bring you love notes and interesting books… I’d show up at your house at midnight with a pot of your favorite kind of tea and a blanket and tell you to come down so we could lie down on your lawn and look at the stars. I’d go into the city with you and throw away your map and search for someplace beautiful… I’d give you space if you wanted it… and I’d love you until you asked me not to. ~ Camryn Pulaski Day (Photo by Craig McDean)