I brush my hair, the color of smudged charcoal after a Fourth of July BBQ out of my eyes, and your comment causes crystal pools of tears to form. They flow down my cheeks--chapped and chafe from the arctic blast of weather--and spill into my lips, carving a path through my dark red "I'm not a waitress!" lip gloss, my favorite shade since high school.🤣🤣. I love you❤❤!