The best loves aren’t always straight lines and intricate patterns. They aren’t always flourished letters and perfumed paper on pristine sunny days.
The best loves are real and chaotic, and beautiful. They pull us into day dreams and kick us out of them rudely. They’re messy scrawls and heartfelt monikers. They’re torn off sheets and stained envelopes on blotted afternoons.
The best loves aren’t perfect, but they are palpable. They’re what we clutch on to while curiously-coloured life leaks pleasantly through our fingers.
Inky Memo
Your love note to stationery
