We’ve gone through so much, and continue to do so. But life is simple, or at least it should be, to be most enjoyed. Did you breathe the cool, damp air yesterday? The mist was so think, but it didn’t even mask the brilliance of the colored leaves. I can feel my favorite season–it’s creeping into my bones, ever so slowly.
And it’s almost winter now. Winter was when we started; I think of those early days, sneaking kisses, not caring if they were warranted, and blushing when we were through. Soon it will be winter again, and we can put our worries to sleep.
I sat and watched you sleep last night; the face of a little boy, sand in your eyes. I watched you be so peaceful and happy, and I tried not to worry that you smoke too many cigarettes.
Just know how much I love you, how much I say (even when letters like this remain unsent), and how it’s you and me against the world. We’ll be just fine.
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