March 5, 2013
Should I say how the warmth envelopes me upon a thought of you? You might think me ridiculously romantic; as in the streams of my life I abjured the flower of this warmth. I took pains to regard such warmth as meaningless nonsense and a nuisance, a thing to be derided and scorned for its spurious flush obfuscating the grit of truest life. How foolish I had been, yet, waiting beyond anything for an awakening, such a one I have found in you. My heart has opened. I give it to you. Not a thought should I waste for doubting.