letter 3

dear Musical Carpenter -
how i loved you... like a school girl though. not as though it was real.
strong, gentle, creative, kind, handsome.... and old fashioned.
i was desperate to be loved. i jumped in to quick and scared you off.
you had a temper - and wanted me to be a baby machine...
do you remember nights of singing to me... hiking the west virginia line.... coming across the wild horse on the path and you new just how to calm him and lead him back to where he belonged... do you remember bluegrass concerts and Cooter-Fest... playing and singing songs with my dad on the front porch... ....late nights at the diner near where the DC Snipers took a life .... sopranos and richard pryor.... making CDs and looking in the mirror saying "you honestly don't know it - but you ARE beautiful... inside and out."

there was a lot of things wrong with us being together.... you had blame, but i am sure i messed it up more than you. still, you did give me a bit of confidence that i never had - and made me feel special in a way i had never felt before....

...and i am grateful for that...

Sincerly, Sarnra