A Letter From Self

Dear you . . .And you too . . . The morning was interesting to say the least. I am not well in the sense that I can feel something in my body. And I don’t know if this is a change on the way. I don’t know if the change is good or bad or sudden or slow.But I have that feeling, like I did when I was young and waiting for a note from my teacher to hit the mailbox.I hated that feeling, like something was coming my way. I left on time this morning, which is easy enough but getting out of bed and leaving on time has become harder for me lately.Maybe this is because I have thoughts of bigger beds and laying someplace else, like, say, by the side of my love who I can say is more beautiful today than the day before.Then again, life has taught me that love grows consecutively and constantly because true love is and always will be never-ending.True love grows. True love outlasts and endures and true love is both living and breathing, which means just like life, true love can die if we are not…