My dear Kochana, It was just an ordinary morning when I stopped to talk with John. As we visited, I noticed you working in the adjoining cube. You were lovely and instantly my being was moved by what I felt when my eyes met yours. It is not often that a man is shaken by […Read more]
My sweet darling Ewa, You are sleeping, your man is up early and I’m sipping my coffee as I review our plans for the day. I must list and think through those things that seem to be ordered in your mind. How you have simplified my life. I remember in the early days of our […Read more]
I was eating breakfast before work when you came in for a cup of coffee. I had two slices of wheat toast, and two hard- boiled eggs. I had my salt and pepper shakers for the egg. I was eating the egg, man style, (biting into the egg bite by bite with one slice of […Read more]
Everyone needs a friend to share his or her innermost secrets. Though it’s true that even friends disagree and misunderstand one another, the bond of trust they share always reunites and heals when a truce is called and reason returns. Before I fell in love with Kochana, my friends were men. Scripture says that a […Read more]
“This isn’t the right way” she warned. “Yes it is. Follow me and we won’t be late for dinner, “I replied. Our dinner was at 5:30 pm and we preferred to be prompt. This time she was right again. I was mistaken and had led us in the wrong direction. We stepped into an elevator to […Read more]
A man had three son’s ages 14, 12 and 4 who spent the afternoon inside on a rainy day. When they became bored, their father suggested that each of them draw and color a picture of their favorite animal. The firstborn drew a picture of a horse reared up fearlessly on his hind hoofs snorting […Read more]
My Dearest Friend who knows the secrets of my heart, Why do we wait each year on independence day for the grand light show of roman candles exploding across the sky in streams and clusters of varying colors and patterns. To obtain a good view, one must arrive at least an hour early. And don’t […Read more]
The polish language does not have a word for goodbye. They say ‘until we meet again’ – (do zabaczenie). In our love there is never a goodbye. There isn’t even, ‘until we meet again’. We say, ‘bye. I love you’ on the phone but there is no suggestion of a parting until we physically meet […Read more]
You had true love ways with me the first time you spoke my name. It was unmistakable. Your words went to the core of my being. You knew me when we met and I knew you. You were attentive to my needs, wants, dreams and hopes. From the beginning you wanted to discuss my thoughts. […Read more]
Kochana, During your short business trips I get extremely lonely for you. Today is one of those days. So I’m going to sit down, write a letter and FedEx my love to you. If I do this, you’ll have my yearnings in twenty-four hours. Though the phone is faster, a written letter exudes more passion. […Read more]