Nothing was different when you left this morning. Nothing at all ...except maybe for the rose and the letter sealed with a toned red imprint of your lips that you had left on the bed. From the stain on the paper I could tell that you shed a tear while writing it. I hope it was a happy tear (smile). Now, I'm sitting in the kitchen over a cup of Blue Mountain coffee that we had brought from our trip to Montego Bay late last year, reminiscing on all the good times we've had together. For some reason, I am not sad though there's still so much that I'd want to tell you. Too bad you had to go so soon but I always knew that what we had, had to end one day. All good things in life come with a price tag and the better something feels, the more it costs you in the end ...but I better get going. It's almost 8:25 now and I have a train to catch so ...Good Bye Love, good bye forever. Love always, Paul Mitchell ------------------ LCF