or,
On Being Fully Loved
or,
This is Not About a Pen
Oh, little pen. You were a gift from Julie. I like the way you write so precisely. I like the way you feel fancy. Your mint green exterior - a standout in a sea of blacks and blues.
Oh, little pen. You stay beside me every day and you don’t let me down. If you could speak, what would you say?:
“Stop using me!”
Or maybe: “Thank you for letting me fulfill my destiny.”
When you feel underappreciated: "Hey, I have needs, too!"
On some days: “Julie brought me all the way from Japan and she loves you!”
Oh, little pen. I'm a weirdo for writing to you, but everything I'm saying is true. And - maybe I love you so much mostly because you remind me daily that people love me, too.