You told me in the letter you wrote me
that you associate me with vanilla.

I wonder if you hear my voice every time you make cookies
or smell sweets in the air?

I always thought of myself as someone you couldn't appreciate.
I didn't know you loved me as much as you loved baking.

But now I buy vanilla perfume from small shops
and hunt down vanilla lotions.

I want to be the person you imagine I am.
I want to be someone you're proud of.

I’ll start with vanilla
and I’ll write you back some day.