Ullie Anna was not just a lonely little kid’s imaginations. Growing up, Ullie Anna was the only real friend I ever had.

Ullie Anna was the only one I ever wanted to be with… in my thoughts, that is. But that was where you’d always find me anyway.

Now I don’t quite remember the exact timing or even the circumstances of our individual paths crossing. But I can never forget what a pivotal role this imaginary character came to play in my my life, even to this very day.

Over the years, many more sweet and prim, flesh and blood Ullie Annas have come into this little life of mine– and gone. “He’s just too consumed in himself”, they must have thought. And now I can only sit back and count my loss. If only I didn’t have to care about this thing called life which I’m supposed to live, I wouldn’t care… like I never have over the years.

These are love notes to all the Ullie Annas who have crossed my path over the years. Some are lifted directly from notes and poems I’ve kept for so many years. Some are reflections on what life could have been. And yet others are dreaming… mere dreaming, that someday, somehow, I might find one more pretty and prim Ullie Anna in my life.