Baby,
I missed you. I should have never left. I regret it every day. Sometimes I find myself staring up at the sky at night, wondering why you're not there next to me, snuggled in my arms. We were great, and baby, we still can be.
I know what you're thinking. You can't, you'll get hurt again. You've moved on. But baby, this time it will be different. This time I won't abandon you. This time I won't promise you things and fail to deliver. This time I will deliver the goods, and you be left breathless, frenzied over how I have rocked you with my cornucopia of love. It will be wild, but it will be tasteful.
If I had more time, I'd continue this romantic hype-buildup. Alas, I am a working man with deadlines and meetings. But, the Digest is back. We're starting small, with a goal of one-to-two articles per week. If we can keep that up, anything is possible.
EDITOR'S NOTE: "Anything" = 3 articles per week
Keep on rockin' in the MotherLand you crazy comrades.
- Barry
