Then I Coould Dream I look back now and I wonder what I saw in you. I wonder if I saw you at all. Maybe I was I blind. Maybe I was staring at a mirror. Was this what I wanted? Or just what I came to accept? Perhaps I know too much about you….

Love letter # 80 From up above it is easy to see how small we are; and when I am ‘up’ here my ongoing folly is all too clear. From this vantage point I can laugh at myself. I can breathe. I have read the books, imbibed the theories and come to accept that desire…