Someone once told me that “memories are the power to gather
roses in the winter.” This speaks to the positive side of memories; the
joyous aspect of good memories, and the happiness they can bring and
a sense of balance when things aren’t going well in our lives.
I think of how my memories of you, Nicole, help me cope with the
disappointment and the pain of being here away from you. My mind
clings to your image. I don’t know what you are doing or where you’re
at. I know only one thing which I have learned well by now: Love goes
very far beyond just my physical person. It finds its deepest meaning
in my spiritual being, my inner man. Whether or not I’m there with
you or not, or that I’m even still alive at all, ceases somehow to be of
little importance. During my prison life I get very little mail from you,
and even how at this moment it ceases to matter. There is no need for
me to know anything because nothing can touch the strength of my
love, my thoughts, or the image of you. Just know whether I hear from
you or not, I will still give myself to you and keep you in my prayers
and my mental conversations with you.
