Letter to Erin 20160311

In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.

Hello, my Queen.  Hi Princess!  I believe I have a sense of how you are feeling right now, because I can feel it too.  I want you to know that you are so beautiful to me, you are the most beautiful girl in the world, and I love you with all my heart.  I miss you very much, and I wish I were there with you.  To talk with you, to go out and eat together, to sit on a bench together and watch the clouds and the birds, to hold you and kiss you, to make love to you, because I love you very much, and you mean the world to me.  My most beautiful Queen, you are my heart.  Everyday I think of you all day, I pray for you, I pray that you are doing well and are happy with your life and with me, because I need you.  I want the best for you my darling.  Please do not feel lonely, because I am with you all the time, and we will be together, inshaAllah.  You are my love.

Then we can have pizza later.  It's pizza night again!  Sausage and basil!  Oh no, why am I eating pizza all the time lately?  I have a routine for making pizza at home with cheap cheese taste better than the delivered stuff.  One talent that Allah gave me is the ability to elevate the mediocre, alhamdulillah.  And those are the ingredients that are available to me, so I mix them up into something tasty.  But why am I eating pizza every day?  Am I turning into a politician?  Oh no!  Please, no!  I'm a musician, not a politician.