Hey There, Sweetie
Dearest Deborah,
When sickness knocks you down and keeps you in the bed, I’m there for you. Yes, I am. You are more than the world to me and if I could, I’d reach into the sky and pluck out a few stars as if they were the fruit of Olympus or just a plain apple and I’d give it to you.
Love is like that. We want to give what we can even when we can’t, but it doesn’t matter. My love for you is as pure as that star near the side of the moon. You know the one. I’ll get it for you one day.
Meanwhile, you rest and take care and I’ll be home directly from work. Even in sickness, you should know I find you to be the most beautiful woman on the planet.
Love always and forever,
Michael
When sickness knocks you down and keeps you in the bed, I’m there for you. Yes, I am. You are more than the world to me and if I could, I’d reach into the sky and pluck out a few stars as if they were the fruit of Olympus or just a plain apple and I’d give it to you.
Love is like that. We want to give what we can even when we can’t, but it doesn’t matter. My love for you is as pure as that star near the side of the moon. You know the one. I’ll get it for you one day.
Meanwhile, you rest and take care and I’ll be home directly from work. Even in sickness, you should know I find you to be the most beautiful woman on the planet.
Love always and forever,
Michael
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