Dear Friend,

I feel, at this moment, the way I did when I wrote my very first letter to you - thankful for both the friendship and the passion. The relationship is still, as always, undefinable, unexplainable, yet I do not feel the compelling need, the overwhelming urge to understand each and every aspect of it. I am learning to, once again, simply enjoy what it is this day, this moment.

This more easygoing delight in the simple pleasures of "us" is the product of a series of physical and mental changes in my life, in myself. It mirrors the inner peace I am only beginning to find with the relinquishing of the impelling need to be "normal", to reshape myself, my life responses, to fit my mind's interpretation of the world around me. With each breath of acceptance of my uniqueness, I find a calming of the turmoil within. With each morning that I seek joy only in texture of the air or the warmth of the sun, life's complexities fade in the sheer pleasure of the gift of life.

This alteration of outlook, this modification (mutation?!?) of mind comes from searching for an optimum path and finding that, for me, it is not the direct well worn one travelled by strangers. It is a more secluded, meandering path; a path newly trodden by me, a path to be enjoyed whether alone or shared with friends.

I love you friend.

Bn.