your aunt, niece, or cousin,
I am my own person,
and I will not set fire to myself
to keep you warm.
Happy birthday, Vincent van Gogh (March 30, 1853—July 29, 1890)
"I hope to depart in no other way than looking back with love and wistfulness and thinking, oh paintings that I would have made."
To love a person is to see all of their magic, and to remind them of it when they have forgotten.