Worth Every Moment...
Dear Juliet
It's late on a Tuesday night, verging on Wednesday. I am indeed bleary and incoherent, as tired as I was on the original trek and looking for the words which said you were worth every moment of it and I'd do it again in a second, even if I had to walk.
Actually, I think that was about it...
Well, you were. You were the heart and soul of it all, and that's all there is to it.
You still are, too.
I think, for tonight, that'll have to do.
Love,
James
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