To Mr. Swede who is in San Francisco this week.
This love letter is to tell you Thank You for the wonderful weeks in Paris. Only a nice guy would go to 20 museums with his wife. You are not only a nice guy but a true saint. When I was robbed, you never said one word. Not one word of criticism. Not one "how could you lose that much", not one "you made a poor decision", not one "you idiot", not one "how could you be so stupid". Not one word. To me that was a true show of love. I returned from Paris in mourning. Not just for the loss of the money I worked for, nor for the personal violation from a stranger, but the loss of love for Paris and its beauty that I so enjoyed. It will never mean the same to me again. Paris changed me this year.
I just want to put in writing that I love you even more than I have the past 21 years. This is love in the good times and the bad times. The thief may have my money, but she doesn't have a fabulous husband like mine. I am the winner not the loser.
I am sorry, too, that you had to experience the pickpocket on the metro. He stole your love of travel as well as trust and belief in the goodness of people. Paris this year showed us the good, the bad and the ugly. We will overcome, be more thankful for our daily lives and go on to find other beautiful places. Thanks for being the fabulous man that you are.