It has been so long since I’ve written.
I have wanted to write to you, and I look forward to the continuation of my words, your reading, your words, my reading. It means all of the things to me. Soon.
It is late, and I want to hold you all tight. I want to show you all of the love that has been here all the time. I have been busy, but some days make themselves real, in their wind and sunshine and mid-day phone calls and early evening sun shadows and late night slow dances and the words traded between us that don’t need to be explained.
I am love for you; my love extends.