You know me, my darling friend, and you know what I feel and for whom I feel it.
Here you nail that promise. The hope that the purest, most jaded of us cling to.
We sense the living potential and fear to dare to imagine.
You know too the lengths to which I’ve gone to seize my destiny. And the costs of random circumstance.
But we should never stop in the striving
Because then we’re already dead.
All my love.