These letters, these notes. I read them from time to time. You give so much and yet, I know nothing about you. I get curious. I seek you out. I read, I watch, I listen. And then I get busy and go away for awhile. We are connected through pages and phrases and words. But we know nothing of each other, really. I see that sometimes you struggle. I'm struggling too and we both want happiness. I wish you to find it. I really do.