Amor, letras y yo el día de hoy

Dear Zibby. Even after all these months, I'm still half expecting a letter from you to be sitting in my mailbox.

I'm sure you have little left to say to me at this point, but your letters are very much missed. I know I hurt you, and I'm sorry.

Any bone headed moves that may have lead to confusion were not malice.

That said, I've been feeling lately the stirrings of something I can only call growth.

It's a tribute of sorts to say that someone sixteen years my junior helped me to finally start acting my age.

A wise man in a red hat once told me: "Everything is okay." I didn't believe him then, but for some reason I'm starting to.