sometimes when i’m down in the dumps, i think of the love i am surrounded by. whether it be when my friends and i are in stitches over a crank that turns a box into a speaker and pretending to be in a music video. or being engulfed in that long needed tight hug from someone who brings you peace. i also think of another way love was shown. my dad proudly sharing that he thinks that i made a dish better than he makes it. which blew my mind because i think my dad is the best chef in the universe. so it was a big i love you but just hidden because he is an old asian man🙄 anyways, those moments remind me love and hope for the days.
My dad teases me about how when I was a little kid, my favorite thing to do when I was on the landline phone with somebody—be it a relative or one of my best friends—was to breathlessly describe the things that were in my bedroom so that they could have a mental picture of everything I loved and chose to surround myself with, and where I sat at that moment in time. Perfectly Imperfect reminds me of that so thanks for always listening and for sharing with me too 💌
