After almost two years struggling to write you, I finally did.  Because your image to me is now clear - a faithful faceless silhouette.  I am very much tempted to post it, but it's too personal I think you deserve exclusive rights over it.

And as I write this, the same song that played in the background almost 4 years ago when I wrote you my first one is playing - happenstance or what?

Two things I want to tell you though that the world may know: I'm sorry. And I believe in you - more than ever. Now more than ever.

'Til then,

Aiken

Lovers don't finally meet somewhere, they're in each other all along. - Rumi