Dear Friend,
I've wandered through this world,
back and forth
round and round.
Yet the mystery of our pull
is the strangest thing I've seen.

There are so many places I've been
and so many more I would love to see,
but now it's time for me to stop
and somehow
I've run into you again.
It was 2 months from yesterday
when I first moved in,
and now it's time for you to arrive.
You showed up with moving boxes
outside my window yesterday,
the aniversary of when I moved in.
I guess we are neighbors now.
Are you here to stay
or is this a temporary arrangement?
Either way,
it's really nice to see you again.
All these coincedences are starting
to add up.
How many times has it been?

Do you remember when we met in Rome?
You were a student of archeology and I
a speaker on the mysteries of rocks.
It was such a funny thing
that we would first met there
in the hustle of that city.
I think the first question you asked me
was why I chose to speak there.
At the time,
I didn't have an answer.
Rome was simply appealing I suppose.
But now I understand
that I needed to meet you
and that's why I...