Dear one, 

This table seems to draw letters.

They are left behind by those who have felt something  and need to share it.

Take your cup and sip slowly.

Beloved,

At one time, I thought it wrong that I loved you so easily.

It is not the loving that is the issue—

 it is what we expect in return for the loving that gets us into trouble.

I’ve come to understand

 I love you, period.

And you loving me in return is not necessary to my loving you.

This has been a marvellous discovery.

 It’s surprisingly freeing.

With love, always love, Beloved.

Mistress of the Brew