Dear Love,

It has been 20 long and tumultuous years since I felt your warm, sweet breath on my neck or the soft embrace of your arms around my back and waist. Nevertheless, I want you to know that I dream of you nightly – only to awaken to the nightmare that it wasn’t you wrapped in my strong arms but an old pillow. I’ve missed you to the point that your memory is haunting, wherefore, for the sake of sanity, I occupied myself with different vocations – Certified NCCR Carpenter, OASHA Safety Training, Certified Teacher’s Aide, Certified Flagger, Certified LEED/Going Green; Certified Warehousing; Licensed Forklift Operator. I’ve even written a few novels – Pop City, Crack City, Brick City…Exercising religiously, anything to get my mind off of you. When I was home, I neglected you, allowing the distraction of a fast-paced lifestyle – the folly of youth, to dissuade me from your warm embrace. However, abstinence – over a period of time, has forced me to grow in the wisdom of your beautiful ways and has renewed my appetite for your angelic spirit. In conclusion, I look forward to the ending of my suffering through the beginning of your letter.

Sincerely, Me

P.S. For all my astrology fans, I was born in Newark, NJ, at Beth Isreal Hospital at 7:30 AM – I’m a full-blooded Aries, pure fire.

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