My JooJooBee,

This is a love letter to my two loves.

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JooJoo,

My script is talking to me.

My script is singing to me.

It’s taking on a life of its own.

It’s over me trying to tell it.

It’s beginning to tell itself.

I kept a blog once subtitled a celebration of textuality.

This script wants to be that.

I don’t know if a movie has ever done that exactly.

Not since the beginning, maybe not even then.

(If anyone would know, you would know.)

I wasn’t sure how it would all work or fit together.

I think I see it now.

It is waving up at me from down there like someone stranded on an island with a message for me.

Do you get this feeling with any of your stories?

(When do I get to hear your stories??)

I feel led — by this and something much more wonderful — and I love it…

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Right now the blue of the sky and the green of the trees are so bright and vibrant and distinct.

I love spring here. You will love spring here too.

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My love,

I imagine describing how I see you to people who know you.

I would tell them:

“My JooJoo is — 

so smart and funny — they go together, like we do,

so loyal and tender — I will always trust and protect her,

so hardworking — that attracts and inspires me,

so original — there is one and only one JooJoo,

and beautiful — so beautiful I can hardly believe she exists,

let alone get to know her, let alone get to love her.”

I’d let you hear all of it.

(I’m really talking to you.)

As a poet, I would say:

“I love her face, shimmering with emotion like the sea with light —

her movements like leaves in a dream…”

(Don’t laugh.)

I will always see the best in you, JooJoo — meaning, I will always see the real you.

The truth is though, who you are and how I feel are simply indescribable.

Quietly I would think:

“How could something like this happen to someone like me?”

(It has.)

“She brings me joy, this one, so much joy. I love her so much.”

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The wind is so strong right now it’s blowing people’s lunches off their tables.

I love that! You would love that…

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I love you.

You don’t know who you are until you know what to do.

You don’t know what matters until you know to whom you belong.

I love you, JooJoo.

I love you so much.

— Your Fortune Cookie

P.S. I told you I wouldn’t stop telling you.

P.P.S. If I tell you too often you’ll get bored. So remember, everything I write to you means I love you.