My love, Tania: I write to tell you I love you. Although words may never reach the bottom of my heart, know that anyone can find that you are lying peacefully there. Imagine an empty room that has a tall ceiling, and you and I are on the roof. We drop a rope into the room, trying to find the floor (the bottom of my heart), but no matter how much rope we pour in, it never reaches the floor. Read more at Richmond Pulse.