100 Love Letters I'll Never Send ("I am just a dreamer and you were just a dream you could have been anyone to me."-Neil Young Part I) (c) 2017

"I am just a dreamer and you were just a dream you could have been anyone to me."-Neil Young lyrics from song "Hurricane"

“Good morning honey,” you kiss me on the cheek while I’m reading the morning paper. “Good morning Dad,” that’s Johnny Gerald, our son. He just got through taking our dog, Birmingham, outside. “Smells good, dear,” I compliment your cooking. This morning you’re cooking your omelettes. “Thanks,” you reply. “Is there anything you need me to bring you on my way back from work?” I ask as you put the freshly made omelette on my plate. We been married about ten years now. You have a job at the best Accounting firm in town. I have a job as a high school principal. The home we live in is two stories. We have a white picket fence.

The perfect dream came true with faith, love, perseverance, and hard work. We work as a team to have the greatest quality of life we can have. This house is just one example. We bought the land. Came up with the initial plans about fifteen years ago when we quit doing drugs and partying. We got deep in the church. Started in jr. college. Then made it to Oxford for our graduate degrees. “God sure is good,” I mumble to myself every morning when I take Johnny to school.

Two columns on both sides of the stained-glass front door with the design of a pea cock on it. There’s a walk around balcony outside the second floor. The house has red bricks. A porch in the backyard with a wooden walk way to the edge of the bayou. We keep our boat there. We both agreed to have a big yard for our kids to play in. We also have a guest house in the back y

ard-that was your idea. Big enough for both our sides of the family to stay in during the holidays.

In my office I have my degrees posted on my back wall. My desk has pictures of us on family vacations. One of the pictures is of us in Disney World on the entrance of The Haunted Mansion. I remember you kissing me and then saying, 

“You remember when our lives were haunted?”

…and then.

I haven’t had that dream in a while.

The smell of coffee and syrup reminds me of the smell of Marlboro Reds. Reminds me of you and I holding each other’s hand. Chain smoking cigarettes; back when you could smoke in here. I’m thankful that I am choosing to remember the good times. It does our love a great disservice to only speak of and remember the bad times. 

Then I saw you walk in with him. 

I haven’t seen you in years what are the chances. Surely, this is the Loh’rd bringing us back together.

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