I could do both.

When I’m back in Minnesota, I write my true love at least one love letter every night. So that when she wakes in the morning, there’s something nice to read. But now that I’m with her in Sardinia, I don’t write love letters any more. Instead, I try to speak my love. Live it in the flesh. But maybe I should still write love letters. At least occasionally. To stay in practice. Even when I’m living with my true love. I’ll ask her about that today. If she would still prefer the written word. I could do both. Write and speak my love. –Jim Broede