You look beautiful walking down the runway baby. Finally life has come full circle and you are standing in your power. I miss being near you during NYFA and the dreams of what we never became darling. You and your legs for days were always great eye candy. Good times, happy memories since 2004, long before the pandemic. I will never regret meeting you or your mom in San Francisco, when you were twenty one. I dedicated my children’s book I wrote to you btw, cheers to us, the one in a million past life connection. We are each a force to be reckoned with in our own way. Grateful you have someone there for you to watch over you now so you are not isolated or alone in your hotel room. You have plenty of friends but having a soul partner changes your life for the better. Reliability, stability, consistency, a true partnership makes all the difference in the world. For whatever it is worth, I really did watch out for you, love you and protect you for years. You just never knew or realized how much I cared for you because time never slowed down enough for us to talk about it. Except that night at the wine bar when the stars danced in our laughter. Wished I would have kissed you under the moonlight, as that will be my only regret in life when it is all said and done. Amazing how timing and synchronicity connected us across such great distance because we were two souls cut from the same cloth. I don’t know what the future holds but maybe if we are lucky, we will do more than just chat in an elevator between a rack of clothes and possibly reconnect under a blanket of stars my amor in some beautiful location with clear water and blue skies. We both have achieved what seems like impossible dreams to others but we are strong women who can celebrate each other. Well the lights are dimming, the elevator doors or opening to the next projects and the show of life must go on. Wish we could have grown together in collaboration, instead of growing apart. I will always love you and pray for you my yellow rose, My favorite globetrotter that sees art in the clouds. Goodbye for now, unless fate has other plans for us. š¦ Xo
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