Dear S,
Someone I once knew wrote that we walk away from our dreams afraid that we may fail or worse yet, afraid we may succeed. You need to know that while I knew so very early that you would realize your dreams, I never imagined I would once again realize my own. 
Seasons change S, and while I may have waited until the winter of my life, to see the things I’ve seen this past year, there is no doubt I would have waited too long, had it not been for you.
There isn’t a day that I don’t think about you. You always asked me a soup question. You always loved those unexpected gifts at an unexpected time. But might I say, you were too early to leave. It was His, deception. Perhaps this wait for a new spring, without you, is much too long and much too redundant.
P.S. I love you. 

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