Things I’d Regret Keeping To Myself
Oh, XXXXX.
What a tale, ours. You, tired of the trials. The effort. Those unending, unrequited overtures. When I, some new, unlearned thing, arrived on the dot, forgetting my words in your company. Three years later, here we are. And how grateful I am. Lucky. That’s one of the words I must use.
Today’s gonna be some mirror. Exhale… lots of reflecting here. If you knew how often I happen upon a moment of our joy, that laughter, and quietly bust up (usually to myself, usually during the most inappropriate moments), well… I hope you’d smile. I think you probably do.
It’s a long-winded and roundabout way of telling you how openly I’ll welcome any correspondence you’ve got in you as we figure out where to go now. Others might scoff at the sentiment. But what can I say? I feel so proud hearing the relevance I’ve earned in your day-to-day. It’s hard not to smile.
Let’s go about earning some good new stories so we can share ‘em that much sooner, shall we?
Early-AM drive-bys, silly e-notes, phone calls, invites for frosties, you name it. I know you don’t know me. But I”m not about to become a stranger. How could I?
All the best to you and the missus in this next stretch. I realize I owe ya more than mere words can convey.
Laughing (a little, even now) through the lump in my throat,
-XXXXXXX