Trust me, you will not enjoy reading this letter. My friends won’t either but hey, it’s raining today and I’m body surfing on a T wave that won’t let up. I’m breathless actually but writing will help me, so that will make it easier to read, right?
I was just in Nyack, visiting my new favorite jeweler as he continues to refresh our rings. Just got this one back with a set of new gems. Does it look at all familiar? It was the first one from you. Uplifting!!!!
The rain’s serious now as I walk back to the car, feeling weighed down by your wave, drowning in my sadness and I realize that I am walking down a street that we’ve walked on many times, but it’s the very first time that comes back to me. I’m sure you wouldn’t remember it but here it is. Maybe it will ring a bell of familiarity:
It’s an early sunny, Sunday morning in October 1996 and we are a brand new couple listening carefully to each other, sticking together with that glow of a blooming new couple, exhausted and ravenous.
I am talking, sharing my passion for history and you are listening, listening and grinning,
“Tell me more about this passion you have for ancient history. Tell me more about your adventures in Athens, lost in the middle of the city. Tell me more… tell me more…
And I talk and talk and you listen with your ears, your eyes, your body, your soul. And maybe no one has even listened to me the way you did that morning, that first time we walked Broadway.
And maybe that will never happen again.
And maybe that will be okay.
Here’s something that my cousin Elaine posted on Facebook for me. The waves are crashing all around me as I hold it together with this active writing to know…
I need to get away today and so back into the city for an afternoon with Leigh, the perfect distraction to a heavy heart.
Love you T.