I want to take the bits of you I love and press them like flowers between the pages of my favorite book. And I want to take all the scraps that you dislike in yourself and display them on my refrigerator to show you that I‘m still proud of the person you are and the person you are becoming. But most of all, I want to spin you like a globe and drag my finger across till it stops to discover the pieces of you that you‘ve yet to reveal to anyone else. I want to wrap them up in linen and place them in an old cigar box, I‘d…