Bits of you

Vancouver -- As I reckon, cara mia, you've backdated the anniversary 12 hours, though we've crossed so many tropics, datelines, and ecliptics that our past now seems less history than legend. This may be the fate of people who live in fragments. Still I would not trade my little bits of you (especially the blue notebook) for all of anyone else. Or any number of elses. After a dozen years that seem like so many months, you are still the only stranger in my bed, to my great and constant delight. Hurry home, pilgrim, and please no delays. My return from VC lands two hours ahead of yours from Seoul. I've reserved the adultery suite at the LAX Hilton and forbidden all calls. Love, caresses, and all the choicest pages. Yours still and always, A. Pilgrim