Monday, November 17, 2008
I must write entirely for you. Whenever I see the words pour out onto the page, I picture your eyes scanning across them. The sweat from your fingers gently smearing the ink of the words near the edge of the paper. The index and middle finger moving their way down until they find the end and a smile upon your lips. You can look up to mine and find them crying, because you have been moved so.
Posted by Beth at 9:25 PM