Brian Nicholls
Dear Moonlight Sonata, I thought of you today but had to numb my nerves. Though I numb my nerves, I felt you when Normandy brushed my legs. I saw you when his Majesty was peeking through the clouds and you touched me when I remembered your smile. I think of you dear Moonlight Sonata and will never ask you to leave, because in my eyes, there is no one greater or more beautiful than you.
I hope you are in Paris now. I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU Sheila.
Brian Nicholls



