July--A month of favor

Dear Love,

You changed your name.

 It's quite beautiful, 

as are you. 

I can speak of you with ease now,

my heart does not ache when you come to mind. 

Your voice is comfort and strength to my weakened will. 

Your hands are strong and labored, yet giving and tender.

I drove 300 miles to get to you.

Id walk that much too if I knew you'd be on the other side waiting. 

Sometimes I'm so overwhelmed I find myself having to sit in order to catch my breath. 

Yes, this is really happening.

Yes, its happening to me. 

Its real--its tangible. 

You're not a phone, or a computer, or even a memory,

you, my love, are a real person-- a real heart.

And you really have my heart, Julio.