I’m a poet, I should be good with words, huh? Too bad. Anyone else in the world would call us a mistake. Hooking up drunk, ending up together because of a fight, telling each other ‘I love you’ because of a fight, getting drunk married, and having unplanned children. But, they can fuck off and die Alaizabel. It’s just the four of us and we don’t need the of the world. Nothing about us, has been a mistake. You are probably a little bat shit for being willing to put up with a spoiled rich boy who can’t do shit, but I love you for it baby. I brag to people, you know? I tell them that my wife is an artist, and that one day her name is going to be bigger then Picasso. I have more faith in you then money in the world Elvira. You didn’t hang my moon and stars, you are my moon and stars. I am practically chomping at the bit to see you holding those babies, to see them look like their mother. It sounds cheesy, I know, but you are everything that I have ever wanted. You are my family, you are the only person I ever want to expose my flaws to. There are so many things that I see when I look at you, so many lives that you have lived in my head. Good and bad. And Elvira I know and love them all.