24 March 2001

Almost a year ago today, somebody signed my guestbook anonymously, leaving just one or two clues as to their identity.

Ordinarily, I'd probably ignore it; usually the anonymous ones are nasty: some chickenshit 11-year-old kid who gets off on writing, "U R Really Dum!" in people's books and running away without leaving an email address... But this one was anonymous... AND it was a love letter.

I knew who had written it. I could see the fingers typing it from across all those rivers... But I supposed maybe I was a little overconfident, and I didn't think much about it, or my suspect, until, for some reason, I decided to look it up again today... And now, I'm absolutely certain of its author.

And I just wanted to let you know that I remember... what the sun looked like rising on your face and what your voice sounded like when you told us there were tarantulas in the desert... Just wanted to let you know that I miss you, but that it won't be very long until I'll see you again... Just wanted to let you know that my love crosses rivers too... Just wanted to let you know that your words, even though they're a year old, bring floods of things I don't understand... Just wanted to let you know I think of you often... Just wanted to sit here with a blank page in front of me remembering that sunrise... I understand the clues now; I remember again. Just wanted to... to say hi.

~H.T.*