Dear T,
So this morning, I was thinking about you while I was in the shower. Initially, my thoughts went in a particular direction (ahem), but then it shifted to you washing me with your hands, and it felt different, as though you were washing the pain away. It made me cry a little. It almost felt like...a spiritual sort of cleansing, I guess?

I'm not sure whether I should tell you about this in reality.
Love,
LT