Nothing to see here, folks; move along . . .
I may be a navigator, able to steer a course and bring our ship to port.
You are the sun which shows me where to go; the stars that tell me why I must; the sails that move me; a place warm and soft and dry, safe from the storm.
I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to find words which aren’t pathetically inadequate to say how very much I love you.
Not sure how inadequate … if I were Sue, I’d follow you to the ends of the earth with this little note in my pocket.
I am following him to the ends of the earth! I committed to doing that when we got married. I’ll always treasure his little notes.