Love letter # 420

Hey, this might be little more than a ‘friends with benefits’ thing…but we can call it love if we want. After all, it is just a word, a symbol of something shared between people, an indicator of something more special than the merely average or convenient.

Sure, we can shy away from it if you like, if the association with adolescent fantasy or the various ‘isms’ and ‘ologies’ bothers you, but I for one am ready to use the so-called L bomb. Because really, when I strip out the external noise, I do love you; if that’s an okay thing to confess these days.