April 25, 2016

My dearest,

Here are the seasons, here are my choices. I’ll make mine, no regrets, no looking back.

Of course you’ll have regrets, you say, you sing to me. Nothing’s certain, nothing’s easy. But it’s okay, we can deal. We’ll learn. Now let’s have some coffee. Don’t fret about choices, not when your decision has already been made. It’s done, you see, that’s the main thing. And now we can have coffee.

Your quiet wisdom never ceases to astound me. You make me so happy.

Yours, ever and always.