My Dearest Sweetz,

I do not understand why my earlier rendition of this post was deleted. I cannot recover it, which is unfortunate. However, I have done my best to recreate it from memory and hope that it hits the right notes. Here goes…

Every single time I kiss you, I am trying to tell you that I love you. Every single time I touch you, I am trying to tell you that I love you. Every single time I say your name, I am trying to tell you that I love you.

I don’t know if you can tell, but I am blooming because of you. I am changing. Your presence in my life distills my consciousness. You remind me of the things I value the most: kindness, compassion, and love.

I am changing because how we held one another in the desert beneath the stars, our atoms commingling. You showed me the galaxy and my world became so much larger and more vast. You taught me how to look at the sky and all the stars. There were so many stars…so many stars I’d never seen and have yet to see.

But there is only one of you.

I remember now what I told you not so long ago. I acknowledged than there were endless possible outcomes beyond my control and that loving your required surrender. So I said I would surrender to love and concern myself with loving.

I said that the love we make was not about me, that it wasn’t about you, and that it really wasn’t even about us. Rather, the love me make is something separate. It is love for love’s sake. Love for the sake of love.

I meant what I said then and still mean it. I mean to surrender. Please excuse my brief derailment earlier this week. (I realize that you already have, of course, and and grateful for that grace, my love. Thank you.)

I am a mere mortal. I am a woman who lives in a universe that was recently expanded when a kind man showed her the stars.