Dear Gloria,

What do you hide behind those owl’s eyes, with a wisdom so forefront? I am grateful you have allowed me such enviable access to your graces, and that you have not judged a single one of my traumas. You need to return to your art and let me encourage you. I wish I could impress you on a social, cultural scale. I am penniless and too directionless to earn your complete admission into comfort. Your greatest though rare fault is that you strive too hard without indulging in the pleasures of your Self. I like to think I correct that whenever I reveal an arcane interest. You always, surprisingly, know more than I do about what I mean.

Let me confess that I wish to have your power someday—the power to articulate my wants, my desires, and my intentions. Your strength is exemplary. But, your temper has often implanted fear within me. With great power of mind comes great sacrifice of patience I have found. You have grown so much since we have met—and I, too. The frankness of our gatherings tells me that maybe we can be true friends without our present limitations. I am still very grateful for your discovering me and recognizing my eccentricity as an asset and not something to laugh at. I bow before your towering ethic and am humbled.