In your last letter you said your spirits rose when, in the light of day, you saw yourself heading east toward me. It’s as clear as a Louisiana sky: I got lucky when I met you. You are one of a kind.
Selena Gomez says it much better:
You are beautiful, like a dream come alive, incredible, a centerfold, magical, lyrical, beautiful. There’s no way to describe what you do to me.
I know how Mr. and Mrs. Albert F. Briles of Cedar Rapids, Iowa, felt the day they drove to a weekend convention in New Orleans. A thief stole their new station wagon eighteen hours after they bought it. Luckily it was recovered, and guess what. They went on to win a second station wagon in a drawing at the same convention (©️ 2002 Ripley Entertainment Inc).
Lucky—you know it.
And that’s how I feel each time I see you. You are a chance find, my dear, or maybe my destiny. William Jennings Bryan said, “Destiny is not a matter of chance; it is a matter of choice.” If that’s true, I choose you!