I Wrote the Universe a Letter
I’ve missed aÂ newsletter, perhaps you’ve noticed — likely not, but I have a good excuse which I’ll tell you anyway.
I’ve met someone.
His name is Alan.
Yes to all of your questions.
(He is employed)
(He opens doors for me)
(And for at least one of you, yes, he passed the green beans to me first.)
(it’s possible that question was lingering in at least a few more minds)
Yes to all of the questions you won’t ask:
(Yes, he is charming)
(Yes, so good looking)
(Yes, truly.Â Many times yes.)
How did you meet?
I wrote the Universe a letter.Â Took a deep breath, put thoughts to screen.
(Had I known the Universe was prone to responding, I would have written years ago)
Details are unimportant.Â A friend introduced us.Â Â This is the story I’m telling my daughter, anyway.
How long have you known each other?
Three weeks.Â Plus a lifetime.
Such a short time.
I keep pinching him.Â He keeps saying “ow, what are you doing that for?”.Â That’s how I know it’s real.
Yes, I’m being silly.Â But here is a man who adores me for all of the silly things, after years when no one else did.Â So, yes.Â It’s real.
And 20, 40, 50 years from now I’ll tell stories of how I knew he was the one from the moment I laid eyes on him.
But not yet.Â Until then… I’ve met someone.Â And I rather like him.
If you happen to see me at a show, his will be the lap I’ll be sitting on.Â Please say hi!
and tell him I think he’s wonderful.