K. Marie Thompson

Marie...how do you even use mere words to describe such a creature. She is fire flies, and peanut butter--she is oatmeal pies and fresco paintings--she is unicorns and philosophy. She is all these things and so much more, but I won't even try to describe Marie, just how she inspires me.

Marie has a mind that I would love to dive into for a just a little while and swim around in it. I think I would find so many amazing ideas, pictures, and thoughts. I think I only happen to get a few of the ones that seem to spill out involuntary...and I love those. Sometimes I find myself lying awake at night just trying to imagine seeing the world through Marie's eyes (I have to concentrate really hard and think of the most radom thoughts possible) and every time I try this I get tired and realize that this comes natural to her.

Marie's heart is for the taking, but be careful because once she lets you hold it you may never want to give it back. She is clever, funny, smart, exciting, kind, generous, spontaneous, and a dear friend

I don't think I know very people who write as beautiful as her...and the way she makes me laugh and smile...that alone makes me addicted to her. Until proven otherwise I have decided that she is my reason for moving to Boston--right or wrong I make that choice because of the impact she has had in my life in the past 7 months.

I know she loves me, but sometimes I catch myself feeling so blessed that she calls me her friend--for the fact that I don't have to vie for her attention--or convince her to hang out with me. Besides all her strengths I love her for all that's wrong with her, for her beautiful tears I wish I could catch and punish every reason for them, for her weaknesses, for her brokenness, and for her allowing me in.

Marie you are more than enough for me!