Hey Big Spoon,
I want you to know that I would be your Little Spoon. I would kiss your hands, your cheaks and your nose. I would kiss each eye, forevermore. And hey Big Spoon, I know you have things to do. Agendas and plans and places to conquer. Titles and people. Roles and ideas.
I love that you have so much ahead of you. You are the sun. And you’ve never seen the dark; though you claim to know The Night. And you know what, Big Spoon? If you ever did, I would shine for you. I would be that subtle glow. If I could. I would be your moon. Or at least another star.
Listen. Big Spoon, I hope you know. I wanted to be with you. I wanted to know and understand you; this “All-American Boy.” And I know, Big Spoon. I know that your father wouldn’t approve of my influence or point of view. But I do. I finally think I do.
I know that I can be more than Your Little Spoon.