just my kind.

you know someone loves you when they send you fallen autumn leaves, a new place to write, amaranth, and a lullaby. and you realize there are people in this world that know you inside and out. they know to send leaves. and a new place to write thoughts. and amaranth. and lullabies. they know it will fill the things that are missing, that it will make you sigh and breathe deeply. they know that when you open this package you will once again feel normal, whole, mystifyingly good. and that is love.