October 4, 2012

My dearest,

They run along the beach, sometimes hand in hand, sometimes a short distance apart. Far away enough you can’t tell their age, but close enough you can hear them laughing.

Two men, just laughing, running, happy.

You wonder what one man sees when he looks into the eyes of the other.

I could hazard a guess. I look into your eyes.

Yes, I can hazard a pretty decent guess at that.

Yours, ever and always.