Hey, Beautiful

Dearest Deborah,

The morning commute to work was colorless, drab and empty. Desolate. Wet and cloudy. But not for me. Even in the black subway, I had the color of love to keep with me. The color of our love, a true and true love.

Yes, I am that lucky.

I am lucky because I am in love with you. I have a love that is full of rainbows and candy and every prism of light anyone can be so lucky to see.

Love forever and always, Michael