and she looked at us as she was speaking, and as she told us about her fathers' secret letters we all laughed and snickered accordingly. and then she told us about the last letter she read, of it's honesty, simple eloquency and truth. it said "i have loved you for 9 years, and i always will." and she asked us who we thought had sent it to him and we all sighed and somebody shouted out "your mother" and we all sighed. she looked down, paused and looked up again and simply said "no. my mother's sister." she paused as we all gasped, and then continued by telling us that in a later letter she found the very line where the woman suggested that the man go see her sister, and the rest, as they say, was history. afterwards, as we disassembled i walked up to her and without a word she held out her arms and i gave her a big hug for her heart. and that was that. we all carry so many stories, yet there are so few times we get to share them. there seem to be even fewer when we share them and get the right response. i'm grateful for ever story anybody has ever shared with me. i hope i listened well, and i thank you for listening. now i have to stop typing because i just made myself roll my eyes and i don't know why i even shared the above but it's a moment i want to keep and this is my net of moments so i suppose it's okay to keep it. now i'm going to takes this pretentious body out and go eat pasta until mah bealleah is full. bye.