part of a letter from 
while he was out of town for work. sigh...
oh i love that boy!!!
"Maybe we should just be passionate pen-pals that never meet in person. We could write long, involved letters to each other, and then only skim them, never reading them in any depth. We could occassionaly press petals from tuberoses between the pages so that the mailman wonders why his mailbag smells so nice. Then, 40 years on, we will meet in a cafe in Paris, too old to drink coffee, and too feeble to drink brandy. We'll smile, and then realize that we have nothing of importance to say to one other."
there is a lot to be said about all of this.
while he was out of town for work. sigh...
oh i love that boy!!!
"Maybe we should just be passionate pen-pals that never meet in person. We could write long, involved letters to each other, and then only skim them, never reading them in any depth. We could occassionaly press petals from tuberoses between the pages so that the mailman wonders why his mailbag smells so nice. Then, 40 years on, we will meet in a cafe in Paris, too old to drink coffee, and too feeble to drink brandy. We'll smile, and then realize that we have nothing of importance to say to one other."
there is a lot to be said about all of this.