You have this quiet strength. I wish I could put it into words. But people are comforted by you. You’re the adult in the room. And if someone is blessed enough to have the secret key, they can unlock the door to the child in you that loves to dance free. But you’re comfortable in that space. Of being calm and cool and collected, and being our saving grace. And you’re so beautiful. A blouse I’ve never seen. Your skin so soft. Perfect, and with just the most wonderful hint of having just awakened. And everything falling into place, naturally. Effortlessly. I’d make you coffee. I’d be so happy doing that! Like Haley Joel Osment in A.I. at the end. A day of playing hide and seek with you. And painting pictures. And just being near you. That’s the perfect day to me. I love how it expressed a love so perfect. Love at its purest. Not where all the sexual stuff of ego and desire gets mixed in. Just that moment I dreamed about, of, “What is your goal?” And I answer, “This.” And you smile. Just to be near you. That’s all it ever is for me. You have this wisdom in your energy. This beauty that can’t be separated from you. Your energy is the thing. I can feel you with my eyes closed. Something so sweet. “Have a good weekend.” And, “Thank you.” And I feel this little uptick, of how your heart reacts to kindness. So many people are waiting in line to wish you a good weekend today. Six feet apart, but your heart touches everywhere. To wake up to you. Oh, I’d never sleep at all. Real life would be the dream itself. I had a dog, Ginger, who was the sweetest of all. She had never been loved and was found on the streets of Dorchester. She was part pit, and she was all love. When she was failing, I carried her everywhere she wanted to go, for those final two years. Until one day her body just gave way and she died in my arms. In July of ’14. And I spun downward, with more to go. She died on my bed, on a mattress on the floor, so she wouldn’t have to climb up, to rest the way she liked it. As I told her I loved her. I could always feel she never wanted to let go. That she was so happy living this life, she held on for as long as she could. She was 17. I knew her since she was 10. She loved our hikes with Bullseye that seemed to stretch for days. Getting lost in the woods together. She had never known such a life before. That holding on to the body for as long as you can. I know that’s how it would feel in a life where you’re a part of my days. It would be like that line, “Make a wish,” and blow out the candles. And he says, “My wish already came true.” There’s no wish after you. There’s no new dream that would come into view. I know myself pretty well. The happily-ever-after would never morph into some new wanting or adventure. I’d hang on for dear life as long as I could, to savor every day of knowing you. My wish already came true. I’d be too busy staring at the face of God in you to ever be filled with some new stirring of what to do. Some people dream dreams and get them. And it’s as if they never happened at all. They’re already on to the next dream, and even saying, “Woe is me, why is it good things never happen to me?” Where there’s every emotion but gratitude. I’d live in the gratitude. Like that boy blowing out those candles. The way tears released from his eyes when hearing, “I love you.” I cried along with him. For some it’s about the journey, but I’d be so complete to live in the reward. And make it stretch as long as I could, like my dog Ginger did. You’re that beautiful to me. Just a friend? Well, that’s just everything! As I said before. The word “just” is never in the conversation if it has anything to do with you. You’re so poised. You’re so *good.* At what you do. At who you are. There’s love coming off you. And I always feel calmer for having been near you, in whatever way at all. I’d line your house with flowers. I’d paint the bricks in your wall. You’re immaculate in your beauty. The way your hair so softly rests. Over a blouse I’m not sure I’ve ever seen, and yet I’m pretty sure I did. With colors that represent the yin and the yang of everything. Your face is a picture. There’s something so serene. I love you in a way I can’t explain. You dance to your own beat. I have no coffee this morning, so this is hard to do. But, coffee, like most things, is only a substitute for you. Somewhere to find some comfort outside me, but you touch somewhere deep inside me. I’d do anything for you. The hardest part is not being allowed. I grew up thinking everybody wanted something for any good deed. It was what I experienced, over and over, so it had to be true. Then I met a friend who wanted nothing in return. I thought it was too good to be true. So it had to be. But she was the real thing. Someone who gives because they love, and there’s no hidden fine print. And she must have passed that on to me. It does exist. After all. Just to love you. That’s the reward in itself. So it’s not a bad day after all! Even with no coffee! Four bags of black tea in hot water will have to do! There’s always a way around when the usual routes won’t do. Oh, I get lost in you. Your face is so exquisite. It would mean little, though, if not for your beauty inside. That’s the part of you that is felt. Some people only wish to love you. Then they realize they’ve been doing it all along. It’s a beautiful day today. There’s nothing to ache for. You’re in the air I breathe. You’re so beautiful this morning. You’re so serene. You’re a lighthouse. You’re a beacon. You’re comfort in the storm. You’re shelter from the darkness. Your energy comes over like a protective blanket. And you can often find me hiding inside there like a little boy. You’re my safe place. You’re my happiness. You’re everything that’s good in the world. So, thank you. It isn’t said enough. Your gifts are too numerous to count. But it’s your love that sees me through. Everyone you touch is better for it. Please don’t think you never give. It’s all that you do. You’re that place of comfort, away from the things of man, playing hide and seek, and saying I love you. You bring out the love in others. You have a softness. And a strength. On a Friday morning. You’re absolutely glorious. You are beauty I’ve never seen before. Over and over again. You fill me with hope. Not for any one thing. When the gift of someone with your magnitude of presence comes into view, you serve as a reminder there is magic in the world. There is something good. You bring out the gratitude. I pray you’re always protected by a white and shining light. I pray it every night. Magic protecting magic. You’re a gift to me. You’re a gift to the world. And in some other universe, where I’d wake to no hope, I wake to you and hope is reaffirmed. And, oh, all your radiance softly shines through. You’re the most beautiful girl in the world. There’s always beauty to be found. It’s everywhere in the air about you. “Have a good weekend,” and you smile. And I feel that uptick in you. Your heart lifts the whole thing up another level from whatever darkness. Everything is felt with you. You are immaculate. You are so stunning. You are such warmth. You’re so becoming. A gentle place of strength in the storm. I’ll love you forever. But I’m not unusual. Loving you is natural. You’re a dream that is always coming true. I’m a lucky guy. I feel such gratitude. How many people get to say they saw you? Once you’re touched by an angel like that, you’re never the same person. I may have no coffee, but my cup is filled with hope. “Have a good weekend,” and you smile. And everything is beautiful with the world. So, thank you, again. ❤️