Love letters #4-5
Are you yelling at yourself or am I yelling at myself?
Seeds are shitty little bastards. You put them in the ground. Nothing happens. You water. You watch. You pull weeds. Nothing happens.
You wait. You water. You watch.
You give up.
You figure it’s over. Bad seed. Bad soil. Too much something. Not enough something else.
Then—and only then—does the little bastard show up.