Sometimes I go for days without writing something here, not because I’ve run out of words, as someone suggested I might, but because the words are too tender, too close and I find they are only meant to speak in quiet moments. Right now I am filled with those words and I wish you were […]
On these pages I can write the words of love, pouring them from my heart to one who is nameless to all who read them but who lives deep within me. Sometimes I wonder if these words will end up on a page long forgotten, or if you will know they were all for you.
As the mystery of night fades away to the beauty of the sunrise, I go to my sleep, hoping that as I drift away I will find you in my dreams. Listen and you will hear me calling your name, as I call you to me.