the first love letter i ever wrote was sent to you. just as this book was written to talk to you. anthony- you have been my most intimate listener. i will love you always. in the song of solomon there is this passage that reads: "i found him whom my soul loves. i held him and would not let him go." to holding on, to knowing again that moment of rapture, of recognition where we can face one another as we really are, stripped of artifice and pretense, naked and not ashamed.