Dear MLK,

Thank you for yesterday. Your warmth, caring, and love for me shined through big time. Even when you let out the audible gasp about the next phase of my life. No need to be embarrassed. I was amused. That’s why I laughed and ribbed you about it. I knew once you heard the backstory and I shared the written correspondences you wouldn’t be too concerned. It meant a lot to me when you said it’s making you cry and then I saw the tears in your eyes. I already knew I was doing the right thing for me but your response cemented it. I’m happy you agreed.

Yesterday, with our long hug goodbye I feel somewhere in there I said I love you but I don’t remember. It won’t hurt ask. Or will it?