Dear You,

I'm sorry I have not written You lately. I have been very preoccupied. There have been several changes in my life and I have been trying my best to cope with them. I hope You understand. If You don't, well, sorry. It's not my job to be understoodable for You.

I think about You alot though, don't get me wrong. I try and imagine what You are doing, how Your life is going, if You are coping too. I imagine You sitting in Your kitchen before bed and listening to the sounds of Your house. I take Your hand and We fly out the window. We see all of the houses around Yours and figures sitting in Their Kitchens pausing, perhaps setting down a book, looking out into the night.

From our vantage point, You and I can see Them stand and walk to the window, blocking the light. We can connect all of them together, take a string and go from one to the next until They all form a giant net. The lines will cross and link below us.

You look great this way. The wind is blowing your hair and the lights from the houses below are very flattering. This must be why angels look so good but You and I, We are not angels. We are just human.

Look at the white sand. Look at the mountains. Look at the stars. If I stretch my arm I can just touch your face.

Look down at all the people in Their kitchen windows wondering where the string in their hands came from. Pull it and watch them jump in surprise when it wakes them up. Keep pulling. I have faith in You.

Me
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