Dear Anne, Since we are parting ways, perhaps forever, I feel I must unburden my heart. You are the fond object of my affection and my desire,
you and you alone are the keeper of the key to my heart. Please, don’t be alarmed, I don’t expect your favor, but I can’t in good
conscience
not reveal myself. I’m not engaged, nor will I be, unless it’s to you Anne, my Anne with an E. It always has been and always will be you.
Here’s a 2020 edition of that coffee post — it seems that no matter what I am still all about iced coffee (with oat milk) when I’m writing on hot summer days
