Years ago, he made my world. My shoes, my meals, my desktop backgrounds. He made my logos and my dinosaurs. He made the stories I fell asleep to, and songs that strummed me awake.
Years ago, he promised to make my today,
every day.
He did.
Years ago, he made my world. My skies, my smiles, the path under my feet. He made the dreams I fell asleep to, and the fairy tale that kissed me awake.
Years ago, today, he promised to make my today, if I promised to remember.
And he did.
And I did.
And I do.
