A friend made a comment about translation.
And that comment took me back to a day when we talked for hours at Tanglewood, and a skeptical me worried that you liked only a translated version me, but not the "me" I knew, not the one that gave me meaning.
I asked you that day if you thought personality was translatable. I don't know what you answered, but you probably laughed it off as a pseudo-intellectual snobism of mine.
The question haunts me.
I worry you'll never read me raw as I am.
Personality is translatable -- and the depth of your "you" will take a lifetime to understand. The joy of learning you is the challenge it raises each day. You are never one would label simple and that is most definitely a good thing.
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