To whom it may concern,
It’s hard to say anything original about love. It is after all the only thing worth singing about. I can’t sing, but I have a song in my heart. It’s an exquisite form of torture, and it has to come out somehow, sometimes unbidden. It is not just how much there is that makes me feel like nothing more can be said. It is knowing that it has been done better before me, and will be done better after me that makes me feel small. I was raised on those songs and stories. A second hand high I got from others listening at the doors of their hearts. But like anything else, imagining it just is not enough any more. So it may be hard to say something original about love, where I am left to say everything at once, or nothing at all. I will try not to say nothing, and if can, without wit, without style, but with all my heart.
As Always,
Matthew Cameron
Matthew Cameron 
To whom it may concern,
It’s hard to say anything original about love. It is after all the only thing worth singing about. I can’t sing, but I have a song in my heart. It’s an exquisite form of torture, and it has to come out somehow, sometimes unbidden. It is not just how much there is that makes me feel like nothing more can be said. It is knowing that it has been done better before me, and will be done better after me that makes me feel small. I was raised on those songs and stories. A second hand high I got from others listening at the doors of their hearts. But like anything else, imagining it just is not enough any more. So it may be hard to say something original about love, where I am left to say everything at once, or nothing at all. I will try not to say nothing, and if can, without wit, without style, but with all my heart.
As Always,
Matthew Cameron
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