I was not the only one who discovered this rare spot of solitude along the crowded path – perfect for meditation, and clearly letter writing. As I bent down to pick up the folded page, I felt just a little bit guilty – these words were not meant for me, I was sure. But just like watching a car chase on the evening news, I couldn’t stop myself from being an observer.
Declarations, tenderness, regret, and finally a question. The feelings were palpable – and my little bit of guilt morphed into a whole lot of envy. What a gift to be on the receiving end of those messages, but I was not the intended recipient. I put the letter in the pocket of my cargo shorts and set out to find him.
I love that you are writing so much and each entry is more beautiful than the last! love you friend! xo
Thank you doll! I can say the same about your flowers!! Hope to see your face this summer 🙂 xoxo
I love your writing more today than I ever have…and I suppose that is how it should be. I am officially encouraging you to keep at it, if only for purely selfish reasons. Love love love your thoughts and hearing them is a privilege 🙂
LOL Thank you so very much, I appreciate your words and the feelings behind them! xxoo
You make me cry almost every time you write. I am so proud of you.
Thanks Mom xo
I like that 🙂 Makes me wonder what happened next 🙂
That was my hope 🙂 glad you liked it 🙂