I love you, I need you, I don’t want you to ever go away! I am guilty of not opening up to you and sending out my thoughts each day. I want to feed you envelopes and return to find you full. One’s sent far to my friend’s, few, old and gray too, the dull,the young and hopefully, one new.
As I write, I begin to look forward to going to the mailbox each day. How excited I am to pull on the handle, look inside and see I have mail. Even before I receive my letter, I already look forward to writing again. One’s filled with ink, causing my eyes to mist and several times I blink. Each letter formed by hand of times that may be bland. Memories filled with the past and love that we hope will last. Talk of the future, stories written about our walk on our every day life, mystery and strife. 
I sit at my desk listening to the music of the birds, as I read a line of beautiful words. I lift up a box and sift through just the right paper for my Dear Friend who is always in a bit of a caper! It might begin with a little tale and end with a myth of my own!
