I found Dear Drew in a book of Lovely Bones.
A little note from someone to someone else.
A small parched card about not wanting to be alone.
With the challenges of late…
getting old
being less bold
omitting love items that were once owned but now gone.
I found Dear Drew in a book of Lovely Bones.
It told me…
Every morning is a burst of sunshine on my heart to see you next to me.
Your beautiful eyes, the last thing I see at night-fills me with perfect peace.
The touch of your skin.
The smell of your neck.
The taste of your lips.
The feel of your hugs:
Make my throat catch, my breath stops for a moment of recognition.
And, pure happiness sets in.
Thank you for how wonderful you have been.
