Dear Friend:

You have not left my thoughts though it may seem as if I have abandoned you. No other crowds the deepest corners of my conscience or turns a logic mind so top side down. You await your eventual return to my attentions with the patience of a saint, destined to save the wayward soul. You hold my gift that reveals a mutual passion.

My misplaced guilt is a result of my imagined neglect but you brush it away by minimizing it with musings of our own, whispered and pushed with gentle guidance to permeate my desire’s defense.

Barriers fall away with your encouraged reassurances and you dispel quickly any apologetic attempts. You are a true friend and of my heart, for you, my muse, pick up respectfully where words left off…

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