It started with a suggestion from a kindred heart. And so I sought you out.
As soon as I read what you’d written, I knew. I knew.
You were an ocean; I was compelled to explore your depths.
And so I tested the waters.
I left you a message.
For a heartbeat.
“The word for ‘snow’ in the language of my people . . .”
So began your reply to my inquiry, and the conversation that blossomed from that seed has bloomed over the course of nine seasons into the most beautiful friendship I have ever known.
The are no words to describe everything you have become to me.
You are my intimate.
My most cherished spirit twin.
Happy birthday, my sweet Kanienke.