I'm sorry about my behavior that night. You know, when I seem to get all tired and mopey and quiet. It's because Im in thought and traveling back in time and counting all the smiles and all the tears. But the smiles above all prevail and I really wish I could pull myself together and face everything with the sense of equanimity that you desire of me all the time. I want to be comforted without being scolded for the dramatics. Is it dramatic, though, that thoughts enter my mind at times? I can see her. The one you will charm, like so many others next year, beautiful and smart and funny. I'm proud of you. You will do well and I wish I could just muster all my faculties and give you all the support you need. But how can I do that all the time when I look at your arms and think of the girl they will hold close to you next year - a beautiful, sophisticated girl who will be a stranger to me.

I love you.


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08:48:20 PM