October 19, 2003

  • Reminder


    I just got a love letter. There is something in those words hand-written in sepia ink on buttery soft handmade paper that moved me, especially  today. The handwriting is now as familiar to me as if it were my own, scrawled in my secretest diary. The  page seems to know all of my deepest thoughts and feelings. And the author is dearer to me than any soul I've known. So yes, perhaps what was written has all been spoken of before,  but I think love is always rewriting itself; it makes reminders of its existence, and sometimes even gets stamped and sent throught the post.


    (B - I love you, too.)