Love letter # 50
I will confess, my love – a measure of fear. I know you feel it too. We have both lost blood before. I wonder if there is any more.
But I love your kindness, the knowing laughlines at the sides of your still shining eyes. You still sparkle – and scratches fade away. I would be a fool to walk.
Yet even if we take little steps – they are steps. And the future? We’re all going there. Maybe I could ride with you.