Dearest Danny,
Last year at this time we were together in Positano. Now, as I look out on the waters of the Mediterranean Sea, it seems so strange. You"re not here, and that makes all the difference to me.
I stopped reading for a moment and looked again at the envelope. Just like Gaia"s letter from June 14, this one had my name scrawled on the front but there was no postmark or stamp, or other evidence of its origin.
I stopped reading for a moment and looked again at the envelope. Just like Gaia"s letter from June 14, this one had my name scrawled on the front but there was no postmark or stamp, or other evidence of its origin.
I laugh whenever I think of the stories you told, and the happy times we spent sipping limoncello - - oh, that"s right, you like that red stuff! - - but I also
