oh my dearest.
it has been so long since i have had a moment to think of you and for that i apologize. tonight i sat outside and stared at the stars, seemingly forever.
remember that summer we went out to iowa and drove around endlessly? that night we ate at that small place, drinking beer, laughing at each other, holding hands. i cannot tell you how much i miss you at this moment.
i recall the last few moments of our time together there, when we drove around madison county. i never read what robert james waller would probably have wanted me to, nevertheless, it didn't make the bridges any less beautiful, or the moments any less romantic.
i don't know if you could feel how nervous i was being alone with you, or how thrilled i was each time you took my hand. how did you do that to me? how did you make me feel like that despite the 13 years that had gone past?
i will never return to madison county again, not because i do not want to see the bridges, for i would love to see them before they all but crumble; but i shall never return because the ghosts that would haunt me there would follow me to my death, as i am already sure that they will.
where are you dearest? are you safe and warm? are you tired or uplifted? wherever it may be, i hope you are happy and content.
do not forget me yet, as i still hold you close, until we can meet again.
k
