You've been on my mind a lot lately. I miss you. You have no idea how much. Remember how I used to get up in the middle of the night and write for you. And to you. And how you relished my little missives. No Skype. No posting photos. No Facebook. A purist. If my words in 12 pt font couldn't do it, none of that extraneous stuff ever would.
Fast forward. How much has changed. And yet nothing has. I never thought I'd be writing to you obliquely here. And I know that secretly you'd relish it. It's all about you. And always has been. I have a thing for narcissists. My Achilles heel.
I remember one of the last things you wrote me. How that if no one over here realized it at first, then they were about to find out that there was a lot more to me than meets the eye. I like to think I lull people into a false sense of security. That's why I always loved writing to you. You got the real me. I think you know me better than I know myself.
It's funny the things that define a person. And how so much of that stuff never ever really matters. Like religion. And politics. I always looked at it this way: you are born to the parents you have without being asked and are given a religion in much the same way. For me, political affiliation went with that as well. I grew up in a Republican family. But all of that was always in the background. Unless I divulged, no one ever knew any of that. In recent years, though, it has come to define me. Funny as it sounds, I have met people that knew me by my political affiliation before they ever met me in person. Life is so strange. I was left with the impression that it was up to me then to transcend the label. Others defining me - never.
So, yes, you are very much at the forefront of my mind as I embark on this little online journey. Maybe one day, as your sipping your coffee you'll come across it and realize that yes, it's me - the same old me and will relish learning all that I've been up to and what's been on my mind. Until then, you are alive and well in my mind, as you always were.