Matcha Lemonade

I blow kisses into your Matcha when I make it.

I honestly don’t know if that will gross you out or make you swoon — could go either way!

I wonder how many we’ve had together?

I remember when you told me a few weeks ago the story of how I was judge judy when first trying them with you. I don’t remember the moment but I know I never meant to come off that way, it was early days and I was more than likely trying to impress you or just falling over my words and self out of nerves.

I do kinda remember wondering if you thought I was weird for wanting to make them for you. I wanted to share a lot with you from early on. Consider it a way of inviting you more into who I was cos i was fearful of doing it in deeper ways, but wanting to send hints that I wanted you to stay and for us to learn each other.

Since then we’ve made countless Matchas for each other. Discovering the best and worst packets, figuring out what lemonade works best, going on a mini hunt for them in a perfect queens neighborhood, and hacking starbucks until they tossed them on the menu.

And now here I am, sitting in your apartment with spring literally in the air, looking at the lake, and being in your presence as you work.

I appreciate you and your support of my work, I say it often but you’ll just have to grow tired of hearing it cos i want you to forever know how beautiful it feels to be supported by someone who loves you. I know I didn’t get to spend much time with you through the event, but the moments when I was sitting next to you felt magical. When I saw you get out the car in a sweet lavender shacket and the coolest sneakers to match — my world stood still.

This isn’t pressure, but it’s lovely to know that when the world is wild just the thought of you brings me peace.

I was hoping you’d catch the songs on the playlist and you did :) little hints that just you and I know about you know? and I hope that they played at moments when i was socialing and working so that you knew that you’re always on my mind and in my heart.

Thank you for the other day too on the couch. Opening up to you and exposing myself (naughty hehe) felt very vulnerable but nice. Thank you for telling me that sometimes what you’re trying to say is “Whats on your mind?” Thank you for your love and the communication and patience.

You’re sweeter then the perfect drink on a summer afternoon.

Who knew Matcha Lemonade would be such a connector on our little journey of love.