My love,
It's a sleepy friday. It's the kind of day that I imagine being unable to pull myself from your side in bed. One of those days when we'd call in sick and just lay in bed kissing and holding each other. Saying as much with the way we look at each other as we do with our words. Twisting around each other adjusting pillows and blankets for a better view of one of your innumerable pieces of beauty. Smelling your hair on the pillow when you leave the room. Laughing a lot and loudly. One of those days that can only be described as "together." I hope I don't have to wait too long to have those days. Days where the only thing our feet touch are each other's feet. Where the only voice I hear is yours. I'm not sure if it's a lot to wish for, or a small wish. I know it's what i'm wishing for.
Yours Truly
Friday, July 31, 2009
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Yours! 7/30/09
YIPPEE!!
I love you! It's amazing. It's the greatest! I could run around all day and just tell everyone, strangers on the street. Friends, enemies. I'm guessing they already know. I smile too much at work. A little too much bounce in my walk to work. Too many smiles. I love you! Can't get over it. Don't want to. I'm so completely consumed. So utterly undone. Sometimes it scares the shit out of me, but most of the time I'm so empowered. You don't even have to love me back. Just finding someone so worthy of love is a joy beyond any other I've known. There have been crushes and infatuations galore, but really they were just out of boredom. I could pine away for years after you and it would be a worthwhile use of my time. I could spend all my money on frivolous gifts for you, and if after years and years I could get just one corner of your mouth to curl up towards a smile, it would all be worth it. Just say the word, and I'll dedicate all I do, every day, to you.
Yours Truly
I love you! It's amazing. It's the greatest! I could run around all day and just tell everyone, strangers on the street. Friends, enemies. I'm guessing they already know. I smile too much at work. A little too much bounce in my walk to work. Too many smiles. I love you! Can't get over it. Don't want to. I'm so completely consumed. So utterly undone. Sometimes it scares the shit out of me, but most of the time I'm so empowered. You don't even have to love me back. Just finding someone so worthy of love is a joy beyond any other I've known. There have been crushes and infatuations galore, but really they were just out of boredom. I could pine away for years after you and it would be a worthwhile use of my time. I could spend all my money on frivolous gifts for you, and if after years and years I could get just one corner of your mouth to curl up towards a smile, it would all be worth it. Just say the word, and I'll dedicate all I do, every day, to you.
Yours Truly
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Our Storm 7/29/09
Hey Lover,
It's been a summer of thunder storms which in some ways makes me happy. I've always loved watching storms. It's one of those few things that man can't control. We reroute rivers, and hold back oceans, drain swamps, but we can't stop a storm. We shared an amazing thunderstorm right when we met, and it seems such an apt metaphor for you, and for us. The unstoppable force of the storm. The lightning, a burst of release of potential energy. I think of all the potential I had in me that was just waiting to be released. My capacities for sweetness, for passion, for tenderness, for caring, for protection, and on and on. But you, my darling, you are the rain. Something that seems so ephemeral and so abstract, the water vapor, crystalizes and comes to earth. Likewise, love, beauty, grace, seductiveness, charms, femininity, all so unfathomable in some way suddenly crystallize and come to earth as the amazing woman that is you. The fire of the lightning needs the wetness of the water. It's the pairing and joining of opposites that makes the power of the storm beyond a simple rain shower. And it's the meeting of our complimentariness that makes our love so powerful, so special, so unstoppable.
Let's illuminate the night.
Let's soak the earth.
Yours Truly
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Poetry 7/28/09
Oh goodness,
I was so tempted to turn this into 2 love letters a day yesterday... I'm totally overwhelmed with words and images, different ways that I see and feel and want to express my love for you. You know I love poetry, and I've definitely been reading more lately because of you. Every word I read speaks of you. Poems about birds, about the sun, about the forest, about cats, about salt, about running, about being young, about being old. Poems about sunshine, rain, stars, sadness, chairs, houses, panthers, rivers, mountains. Poems about love and happiness, and poems about loneliness and sorrow. It's only further proof that my whole world points to you, since every word I read describes one facet of your amazing beauty or way of being, or it speaks to one of the thousands of ways I love you. I am not much of a poet, but I hope that all the different ways I look at you, all the different ways I touch you, kiss you, hold you, and say your name can maybe begin to touch on the ever-unfolding infinity that is my love for you. That sounds like a bit of exaggeration "ever-unfolding infinity", but really it's something simple, but somehow every day, every angle reveals something new. Every morning I am different, and you are different. I get the joy of finding a new love, like a present left under my pillow (and the fact that it's always there is a little miracle in and of itself). I love rediscovering my love for you, falling in love every day and every minute.
Yours Truly
I was so tempted to turn this into 2 love letters a day yesterday... I'm totally overwhelmed with words and images, different ways that I see and feel and want to express my love for you. You know I love poetry, and I've definitely been reading more lately because of you. Every word I read speaks of you. Poems about birds, about the sun, about the forest, about cats, about salt, about running, about being young, about being old. Poems about sunshine, rain, stars, sadness, chairs, houses, panthers, rivers, mountains. Poems about love and happiness, and poems about loneliness and sorrow. It's only further proof that my whole world points to you, since every word I read describes one facet of your amazing beauty or way of being, or it speaks to one of the thousands of ways I love you. I am not much of a poet, but I hope that all the different ways I look at you, all the different ways I touch you, kiss you, hold you, and say your name can maybe begin to touch on the ever-unfolding infinity that is my love for you. That sounds like a bit of exaggeration "ever-unfolding infinity", but really it's something simple, but somehow every day, every angle reveals something new. Every morning I am different, and you are different. I get the joy of finding a new love, like a present left under my pillow (and the fact that it's always there is a little miracle in and of itself). I love rediscovering my love for you, falling in love every day and every minute.
Yours Truly
Monday, July 27, 2009
Your Hair 7/27/09
Hello Gorgeous,
It's funny how much I think about your hair, and like in a way that I would never have dreamed I would. The first time I saw you, it was down and just so beautiful in the sunlight. The next two times I saw you, you had it in a ponytail and it was so adorable. The playfulness was the perfect balance for the grace and confidence with which you carry yourself. Since then, I've come to know so many more ways your hair speaks to me. When you wear it down so it swings and sways as you walk and dance. When you wear it up in a bun, revealing the unimaginable beauty of your soft neck. In the morning, when it sweeps gently across your face, a soft beautiful mystery, or bunched under your head, neck, and shoulders like wild surf. When we talk, you inevitably play with it, and I like to think when I'm not around your beautiful hair is a surrogate for me, something for you to hold and stroke. Something to keep you warm. Something that can envelope you and keep out the world or hold you in the night. I hope it takes good care of you until I can, until you feel me put my fingers through it and push it off your face so I can kiss you.
Yours Truly
It's funny how much I think about your hair, and like in a way that I would never have dreamed I would. The first time I saw you, it was down and just so beautiful in the sunlight. The next two times I saw you, you had it in a ponytail and it was so adorable. The playfulness was the perfect balance for the grace and confidence with which you carry yourself. Since then, I've come to know so many more ways your hair speaks to me. When you wear it down so it swings and sways as you walk and dance. When you wear it up in a bun, revealing the unimaginable beauty of your soft neck. In the morning, when it sweeps gently across your face, a soft beautiful mystery, or bunched under your head, neck, and shoulders like wild surf. When we talk, you inevitably play with it, and I like to think when I'm not around your beautiful hair is a surrogate for me, something for you to hold and stroke. Something to keep you warm. Something that can envelope you and keep out the world or hold you in the night. I hope it takes good care of you until I can, until you feel me put my fingers through it and push it off your face so I can kiss you.
Yours Truly
Sunday, July 26, 2009
"We" 7/26/09
Hey Baby,
All day yesterday I couldn't get you out of my mind. It's probably because I'm not being distracted by work all day, but weekends it seems I'm consumed with thoughts of you. Just when I thought it had reached its limit I went to a party at a friend's last night. Oh man. I just so wished to have you there. Just something about seeing you relaxing with a beer in your hand, laughing and joking. Well, maybe I just want you there because I have a feeling you're the only one who laughs at my jokes, but even so. Sitting next to you, my arm around your shoulder and your sweet little hand on my leg. Really wanted to have you there so I could whisper in your ear something like, "How are you so beautiful?" or maybe just, "I love you" when you're not expecting it and give you a soft little kiss on your cheek by your ear, partly cause I can't kiss you enough, and partly so I can feel you smiling. I think part of what I would love most about being at a party would be saying "we." Just talking about you and me as something together, a unit operating out in this world, having more that is ours than is mine or yours. I just have this image of you looking over at me with tired eyes, and having me tell our hosts or whomever we're talking to that "we're gonna head out." Holding your little hand as we go back home, with you sleepily leaning on me the whole way. I imagine we wouldn't say much if anything, just coast on our love in a quiet simple bliss until we get home and go to bed and start sharing our dreams as we share everything.
All my laughs, and all my smiles.
Yours Truly
All day yesterday I couldn't get you out of my mind. It's probably because I'm not being distracted by work all day, but weekends it seems I'm consumed with thoughts of you. Just when I thought it had reached its limit I went to a party at a friend's last night. Oh man. I just so wished to have you there. Just something about seeing you relaxing with a beer in your hand, laughing and joking. Well, maybe I just want you there because I have a feeling you're the only one who laughs at my jokes, but even so. Sitting next to you, my arm around your shoulder and your sweet little hand on my leg. Really wanted to have you there so I could whisper in your ear something like, "How are you so beautiful?" or maybe just, "I love you" when you're not expecting it and give you a soft little kiss on your cheek by your ear, partly cause I can't kiss you enough, and partly so I can feel you smiling. I think part of what I would love most about being at a party would be saying "we." Just talking about you and me as something together, a unit operating out in this world, having more that is ours than is mine or yours. I just have this image of you looking over at me with tired eyes, and having me tell our hosts or whomever we're talking to that "we're gonna head out." Holding your little hand as we go back home, with you sleepily leaning on me the whole way. I imagine we wouldn't say much if anything, just coast on our love in a quiet simple bliss until we get home and go to bed and start sharing our dreams as we share everything.
All my laughs, and all my smiles.
Yours Truly
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Good Morning 7/25/09
Good Morning Beautiful!
Kind of a bummer not to be waking up next to you since it's definitely one of my favorite activities. I love waking up early (and somehow it seems I always wake up before you) with my face in your hair, and my arm around that beautiful body of yours. I love kissing your ear or your cheek while you're still asleep and getting a little sigh or noise out of you, watching your body move a little trying to stay asleep until you realize that I'm kissing you on your neck now. Then you start opening your eyes and even before they're fully opened or even half way to focused I get that big beautiful (and possibly at this early hour, dopey) smile from you. That's when you get to hear me sigh. Before I know it you've planted your face firmly in my chest or one of the other "nooks" you always talk about, with your arm around my torso, our legs all twisted up with each other's... my hand stroking your back or side slowly. Then, inevitably we spend the morning talking, projecting our dreams for our future onto the white ceiling of my bedroom with our words. Or remembering the past and laughing.
Since we first met, somehow, waking up next to you has definitely been one of my favorite, and undoubtedly one of the more special and unique, parts of this thing that we share. I'm sure it's one of the things that no one else would get. Maybe that's why I especially love it, because it's just ours.
I miss you, and hope you're having a wonderful day.
Yours truly
Kind of a bummer not to be waking up next to you since it's definitely one of my favorite activities. I love waking up early (and somehow it seems I always wake up before you) with my face in your hair, and my arm around that beautiful body of yours. I love kissing your ear or your cheek while you're still asleep and getting a little sigh or noise out of you, watching your body move a little trying to stay asleep until you realize that I'm kissing you on your neck now. Then you start opening your eyes and even before they're fully opened or even half way to focused I get that big beautiful (and possibly at this early hour, dopey) smile from you. That's when you get to hear me sigh. Before I know it you've planted your face firmly in my chest or one of the other "nooks" you always talk about, with your arm around my torso, our legs all twisted up with each other's... my hand stroking your back or side slowly. Then, inevitably we spend the morning talking, projecting our dreams for our future onto the white ceiling of my bedroom with our words. Or remembering the past and laughing.
Since we first met, somehow, waking up next to you has definitely been one of my favorite, and undoubtedly one of the more special and unique, parts of this thing that we share. I'm sure it's one of the things that no one else would get. Maybe that's why I especially love it, because it's just ours.
I miss you, and hope you're having a wonderful day.
Yours truly
Friday, July 24, 2009
Letter 1: 7/24/09
Hello Darling,
I hope you will enjoy reading this as much as I enjoy writing it. I am just so tired of holding all of this back and, quite simply, need you to know how absolutely wonderful you are. From the first second I saw you on the street, I think I knew everything had changed. Nothing, and no one has ever made me feel the way you do. My whole world has just melted away and all that's left is me and you. Every little bit of you is just completely and utterly amazing. The way you tilt your head down, and smile bashfully when I look at you (especially when there's just a little eye-batting involved). The way you are so completely and utterly yourself. My heaven is the small and simple ways we can be together: holding hands; you resting your head on my shoulder; having you standing in front of me at a concert and being totally overwhelmed by the smell of your hair, and the utter joy of holding your waist; coffee and bagels; or just a look from across the room that says "we are each other's." It's thinking of all of those things that keeps me going all day. Knowing that in this big wide world, there's an amazing beautiful woman who completely shatters any cynicism, any doubt, any feeling that I am alone.
Thinking of you always.
Yours truly
I hope you will enjoy reading this as much as I enjoy writing it. I am just so tired of holding all of this back and, quite simply, need you to know how absolutely wonderful you are. From the first second I saw you on the street, I think I knew everything had changed. Nothing, and no one has ever made me feel the way you do. My whole world has just melted away and all that's left is me and you. Every little bit of you is just completely and utterly amazing. The way you tilt your head down, and smile bashfully when I look at you (especially when there's just a little eye-batting involved). The way you are so completely and utterly yourself. My heaven is the small and simple ways we can be together: holding hands; you resting your head on my shoulder; having you standing in front of me at a concert and being totally overwhelmed by the smell of your hair, and the utter joy of holding your waist; coffee and bagels; or just a look from across the room that says "we are each other's." It's thinking of all of those things that keeps me going all day. Knowing that in this big wide world, there's an amazing beautiful woman who completely shatters any cynicism, any doubt, any feeling that I am alone.
Thinking of you always.
Yours truly
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