More about that...

I'm thinking more today, my little sweetheart, of your last trip here - what I wrote about yesterday a little. Thank god you came. Thank god for you always. It was the only time you came with Danya in tow. The two of you rented a little apartment in the East Village for the week. It seems those were pre Air B n B days but it was something like that. I was a bit sad that you didn't come straight here. And I usually met you at JFK but I was doing a play and couldn't get out there to be there when your plane landed. But you had it all planned, didn't you? I went bed after the show rather sad that you were in NYC but I hadn't even seen you yet. I was asleep at about three in the morning when I heard a key turn in the door. I got up and went out into the kitchen and there you were, my angel, covered in snow all bundled up. "May I join you," you asked with a smile that could knock a man down. Yes, my sweetheart. Always. Forever...