I’m not sure I ever began a letter with those words, but I’d like to take a stab at it.
Can I tell you that I always admired you for your strength, your musical voice and sense of humor?
Can I tell you that I never felt so special than that time you confided in me on the way to Kennedy Airport?
Can I say that I saw your face shine, the first time you saw me in uniform?
Can I tell you that I should have known I could trust you to help me, always?
Can I tell you that I love you?
Well, now it is too late.
I suppose I could have written a letter of which I’d be proud .
Better yet, I could have written a letter to make you proud of me.
Most of all, I just could have written a letter.
BIO: Jim Hunkele
Can I tell you that I always admired you for your strength, your musical voice and sense of humor?
Can I tell you that I never felt so special than that time you confided in me on the way to Kennedy Airport?
Can I say that I saw your face shine, the first time you saw me in uniform?
Can I tell you that I should have known I could trust you to help me, always?
Can I tell you that I love you?
Well, now it is too late.
I suppose I could have written a letter of which I’d be proud .
Better yet, I could have written a letter to make you proud of me.
Most of all, I just could have written a letter.
BIO: Jim Hunkele
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