“The minute I heard my first love story
I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was.
Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along.”
– Rumi
For Suzanne Marie:
One August 9 many years ago, you strolled off of a sandy beach and into my life. Who would have thought that the playful summer romance that began that day on Coronado Island would bloom into such a marvelous, enduring relationship?
Beautiful, courageous, passionate, nurturing—you have been my hope and my salvation, my goddess from on high and my girl next door. You swept me off my feet and caught me when I fell. You taught me what it means to be me.
If Coronado is a place where dreams come true, then (as Rumi would say) I must have been dreaming of you. After many years in this uncertain world you remain the only person I have ever truly loved. I am happiest when you are in my arms.
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