#3

My Dearest,
Tonight I am filled with thoughts of you.  Maybe it's a little too much wine, maybe it's that johnhenry is being an ass; or maybe not.  Maybe it's just that you are never quite out of my thoughts and it is only by deliberate and focused effort that I keep those thoughts at bay.  Blame it on the conversations--long and brainy yet sometimes silent.  The intellect is most intimate... 

While I have never known you and probably never will,  I can close my eyes and feel you.  You are like the essence of winter itself, the absence of color yet so incredibly bright; so brisk yet beckoning play; the very opposite of all that I am.  No wonder I find you so attractive.  Tonight is blustery with a certain nip in the air --winter and I'm thinking of you.

There are a great many things that I would change if I could.  One would be to know you a little more....

But that is neither here nor there.  I am only writing this note to let you know that you are always with me and I hope that makes you smile.
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