Carrier Correspondent Old Letters New Letters |
Sat. Aug. 02, 2008 - 8:50 in the P.M. Until the other night (reminded today), laying down in the dewey grass all alone, did I realize that "the love of my life" has only been a one-way special delivery between us. You reserve that distinction for someone with whom you were at one time thrilled to share a bed and excited to wake up next to. Another two distinctions I can't claim to have received from you. Our stories always change with the sentiment. p.s. Never. Number. One. |