Dear Jane

Dear Jane,

My daughter Adele’s birthday is coming up and I have been busy with preparations as well as continuing with her education. You have helped me immensely with your skill and expertise on these matters.

I truly appreciate everything you have ever done for me. I hope that, in the most humble (yet I also wish this in my heart and brain), manner—that I had helped you in some ways as you helped me. Or at least, you other ways that could parallel or equal to.

I truly hope the delay in your response in still because of your perfectionist ways managing your skill—as you have high skill, rather than if you are sick or having other ailments. Or if your preacher if causing you duress or anxiety, as I hope that is not the case.

In any case, I truly hope to see your response whenever you are free. Almost everything I do, say, and sing, and write, is from thoughts and feelings and musings about you, my muse. My dear friend. I love you, my dear.

I’ll never stop loving you, either. Even if we are only ever friends, I’ll always stay by your side and keep you company and keep you safe. That’s how I feel. That’s what I know.

I hope you are safe and warm and healthy and happy.

Love,

Edward