Karen. If you’re reading this, it means I actually whipped up the courage to mail it, so good for me. You don’t know me very well but if you get me started, I have a tendency to go on and on about how hard the writing is for me. This, this is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to write. There’s no other easy way to say this, so I’ll just say it. I met someone. It was an accident. I wasn’t looking for it. I wasn’t on the make. It was a perfect storm. She said one thing, I said another. Next thing I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life in the middle of that conversation. Now there’s this feeling in my gut, that she might be the one. She’s completely nuts, in a way that makes me smile. Highly neurotic. A great deal of maintenance required. She is you, Karen. That’s the good news. The bad is that I don’t know how to be with you right now, and it scares the shit out of me. Because I have a feeling that if I’m not with you right now, we’ll get lost out there. It’s a big bad world full of twists and turns and people have a way of blinking and missing the moment. A moment that could have changed everything. I don’t know whats going on with us, and I can’t tell you why you should waste a leap of faith on the likes of me, but damn you smell good, like home and you make excellent coffee. That's gotta count for something. Call me. -Hank