My T —

This is a perennial Valentine.

I haven’t told you all I’ve lived through yet. I won’t I promise! Too much…so boring…

Only a few episodes deserve mention — on a long walk, on a warm night…

In short, I have borne terrible, horrible, no good, very bad things!

(Many earned, some awarded.)

You ask yourself —What for?

If there is no power over us — though I believe there is — then we must decide.

Only one answer makes sense: what we endure must make us better.

Ask instead though —Who for?

T, I have faith I can handle the hardest things.

Life’s prepared me. 

Now I await joy.

We will drown in it. 

One:

an open window, a soft radio —

dreaming awake separately together —

catching beauty before morning

:of a million.

Sorry, no chocolates, but attaching that story. If you like it…

— Your D

P.S. If someone fears hurting one they care for, neither need worry.