Does a one day of thunderous rain and heavy showers in April count for April showers? That was all we got in this part of the world.
I’m so excited writing out this months love letter partly because I missed March due to life being life. Apologies. Without further ado here’s my favourite letter this month by Boot!
Background story: Jennifer and Boot had a bad timing love. They met when Jennifer was unhappy and married. Had a brief affair (there was a lot of love letters involved) which ended due to timing. Fast forward to about 40 years later and they meet again. This time no marriage or weird timing.
Are old men supposed to cry? I sit here reading and rereading the letter you sent, and I struggle to believe that my life has taken such an unexpected, joyous turn. Things like this are not meant to happen to us. I had learnt to feel gratitude for the most mundane gifts: my son, his children, a good life, if quietly lived. Survival. Oh, yes, always survival.
And now you. Your words, your emotions have induced a greed in me. Can we ask for so much? Do I dare see you again? The Fates have been so unforgiving, some part of me believes that we cannot meet. I’ll be felled by illness, hit by a bus, swallowed whole by the Thames’s first sea monster. (Yes, I still see life in headlines.)
The last two nights I have heard your words in my sleep. I hear your voice, and it makes me want to sing. I remember things I’d thought I’d forgotten. I smile at inopportune moments, frightening my family and sending them running for the dementia diagnosis.
The girl I saw last was so broken; to know that you made such a life for yourself has challenged my own view of the world. It must be a benevolent place. It has taken care of you and your daughter. You cannot imagine the joy that has given me. Vicariously. I cannot write more. So I venture, with trepidation: Postman’s Park. Thursday. Midday?
Your Boot X
See you next month