Whensday

Dearest,
            It’s been a while since I’ve written, I know. I’ve been very busy lately, actually, I’m supposed to be paying the bills right now, I hate paying bills. I’ve been thinking a lot lately about moving on and what it all means. I know that you’d want me to dance again as I would you. Can I do this again? What if it goes the other way? What if I left someone else in the position I’m in right now? Would that be fair? So many questions. Some one asked me if I met a woman on the internet, which would be scarier, to meet and not like her or to meet and like her? I’ve decided it would be the latter. To meet and like her, definitely scarier, I may be perhaps desperately lonely but I’ve got so many issues to resolve. Not the least of which would be my own motivations. I know better than to try to run or hide. Dammit I hate thinking!
            As I write this, I send my love to you remember that I’ll always, be in love with you. I’ll always see you laughing with flowers in your hair. One of these days I’m going to climb that mountain and walk up there among the clouds. Until then I’ll be missing you every day. I’ll try not to do anything foolish, on the other hand I might do something silly. Maybe a lot of silly things. I could tilt at windmills, I find I do not suffer fools much at all any more. Wastes my time and annoys me. Is it nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune or to take up arms against a sea of troubles?
            Just the other day I was thinking that it hadn’t snowed in a while, then, when I came out to lunch, it was snowing like crazy. I’ve decided that I don’t believe in spring, it’s just a myth passed down from the ancient ones.
Till the snow stops falling and the wind stops blowing, I’ll be, your Ken