I put the note in your pocket before the sun had risen so that it could be your daylight before the dawn.
A note can tell me that you love me, that you are thinking of me. As such it is priceless. These simple words are the way you rescue my heart and soul, because you mean so very much to me. And in that way, I guess this is my reply.
A note of love is a soul-elevator, a life-punctuator, a moment in which we are fully absorbed in sweet joy.
There is a grace to the slope of your handwriting, to the way you curl the loops and give flow to the arcs. And so, no matter the conent of the note, I see that you love me.