PAYING THE COST

Dear Dick,

I've been away from you for a while now in more ways than one. I still haven't spent time with you in a toddler's age, and I haven't even made the time to write to you. I actually just let you slip from my mind for a while. It was really refreshing - and then I got a call. (exhale) 
As bold as I can be I am much too afraid to bare my soul to you over the phone. In any case, baring one's soul may not be easy. It is costly, but it is freeing. I have just finished sending one of you a personal note that puts it so far out there, I no longer bear the responsibility of what happens next. I'd much rather pay the cost of sharing my thoughts than risk the debt of not. 
It is possible that you stand the risk of losing more - that darned interest - when you hold things back than what you could lose by giving everything up. You give what you have or stand the chance of owing more by not giving anything.
To the tune of Janet Jackson, I Miss You Much, but it's about way more than just the Pleasure Principal over here, babe.
In the words of Brian McKnight, when the eagles forget how to fly and it's twenty below in July, and when violets turn red and roses turn blue, I'll be Still In Love with you.

Love always,
Me