There are very few people who know me well. I am not quick to allow people into my circle of trust, for I have witnessed the hurt and betrayal that my parents and grandparents have endured over the years.
But sometimes this solitude is extremely difficult. I long to share my dreams and passions and fears with a kindred spirit. If you could be that person, I would show you a favorite mountain retreat where I can sit and view my hometown 25 miles away. We could sit at a picnic table at the state park and listen to the tree frogs as we eat our sandwich supper. I'd tell you how much I've always wanted to have a pianist for a best friend (dare I even say husband?) and to enjoy collaborating on a lifetime of recitals together. I'd admit my love of cheesecake, 19th-century poetry, college football, and a good cup of coffee. I'd explain my convictions about music, church, education, and my habits regarding housekeeping, health, and cleanliness. I'd confess my fears of getting cancer, of losing my job, of never have children.
For now though, these letters to you must suffice, shrouded in ambiguity as they are...
Praying for you today,
Your Evenstar
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