I met you as you were glowing with the allure of a Palace Of Sensual Secrets and Sacred Wisdom in your most essentially feminine shape. You ushered me in and I embraced the world. I was turned inward and seeing you and spotting all those hints of the depth of feeling there is hidden in you turned me outward. You peeled off crust after crust until I could shed my bitter shell. Your beauty was and is the sun that broke through my dark clouds. Together we describe more funny situations in a week than there are falling down scenes in all of Charlie Chaplin’s movies or close-ups of intense squinting eyes in The Good, The bad and The Ugly. Together we create a vernacular only we know how to wield deftly and a tandem of Champollion and Alan Turing would have trouble figuring out. Neither of us smokes but together we smoke it to the filter. Together we share food way more cosily than in Le Déjeuner sur l’herbe. Together we remind us of what gives us the greatest joy and the greatest opportunities to make this world more into a place of our liking. We’re each other’s live Tamagotchi. Together we travel between islands that pop out in the rich and creamy Minestrone soup that our souls cook up and encounter more aspects of life than Gulliver on his travels. Together we can sit in caressing candle light and make the scene look as if the candles are smiling and beaming with the honor of providing light for such a loving pair. As if the candles won backstage passes to the mystery of human attraction and serene sensuality and tender loving care. Together we fade into each other like the almost 100 percent pure cocoabutter that melts into my oatmeal every morning. Together we feel a consumate healing completeness that works its magic more instantly than the maximum dose of Diclofenac to tackle a headache. Locked together in an embrace clicking better than Lego the bed becomes a floating oasis where we feed each other fuel for each other’s empowering transcendence. Together we see the other blossom more into who we are. In each other’s touch vibrates the knowledge long neglected that we were always supposed to be proud of how indomitable we are without falling into hubris. Together each second is like that first second the most exquisite French bakery opens its doors for the day and the smells of the ever so enticing artisanally crafted pastry wafts through the streets inviting people in and giving them merciful balm on a busy work day. Together every moment is a moment we will carry with us clenched tight to our heart, tighter than American GI’s clenched their M-16s to their chest at night in the jungle with Charlie lurking around them. Together things are shared that would make as little sense to others as a shiny white parked BMW with the hood down and the radio playing your favorite John Legend songs were to make to a group of hunter gatherers in 12,000 BC. Together we are naked, dressed or not. Together we feel each other’s evolution from early childhood to right this moment. Together we are the two halves of a clock making our heart tick as one. Together we reach a level of happiness and fulfillment so ultimate it changes us forever and awakens us to the full range of the human experience. Our together moments are the moments to which all future moments are compared. Together we reach a home we never hoped we could ever find. Together we feel the gratitude of any mother the day her child is no longer ill. Together we no longer have to fight for our legitimate place in this world. Together we are a woman and a man discovering their on switch in the other. Together we see every struggle on our path was worth it if it brought us this feeling of completeness. Together we are the furnace in each other’s heart forging every tool we could have ever have wished for to Rise Up and be fully, radiantly, jauntily, defiantly, lovingly ourselves.

You keep these letters and symbolic gifts in a box in your old bedroom at your mum’s house. I don’t know many things for sure, but I think you will hold on to this box till your dying day. Not to me. But to the box? Am sure.