The Love Letters

This collection of love letters is comprised of a composite sentiments from over the months and years. As more are uncovered, more is revealed to the reader as the intangible and elusiveness and addictive qualities of the emotion of love… and the arduous task in the physical expressing of this powerful potion as it is emitted from the heart and soul.

Love Letter Dream

"October of a Year"

Dear Man of my Dreams,

Have we met? Can we talk? Can we dream of happening to be? That leave me for wanting? I feel you coming nearer. I am not sure. I am so cautious...yet trusting. I want you to see me....to know me...to want me. I feel that I know you - but can I be sure? Ever? What is trust? What is loyalty? Are you unsure of me? Do I trust that hurt is not a word in your dictionary? "Hurt" begins with every letter of the alphabet....in names of past loves..."Alan" "Brett" "Cal" "Davd" "Edward" "Frank" and so on and so on. They are all in the dictionary...and have definitions of headgames, lies, half-truths, infidelities, brutality. Am I such a victim of them....No...I made choices and decisions that shaped me to who I am. Who I am is NOT leaning on you to complete me. To define me. I want to share a life with you....my life....before it is over. Faded youth is with me, but weathered, tough skin covers my soul....tender and young as it is. Can you see the light inside of me? Radiating. Shining through tears of Hope and Love? My Light is a beacon for all to see who want to know me. I long for you to want me - I will never give up. You will show up one day - when I least expect it. I will wait. I only have time.

Yours Always.

"September of a Year"

Dear Lover of Mine?,

I long to meet your acquaintance. Will I find you at the end of a pier...basking in the sun with a fishing pole in your hands? Will I catch glimpse of you in a crowded room...annoyed at the throng of people hurrying to get nowhere...everywhere...are you rushing like them - to meet me? Will I miss you as you step off a star into the inky blackness of this world's chaos of today; and I stepping, climbing up a mountain of lessons learned and still reaching for the stars...from whence you just came? ...yet just missed you. Will I stumble on you at the gym as you are pumping iron to strengthen your arms....arms that will encircle and hold me? Or are you at the stair-stepper, strengthening your heart muscle - that will love me for all time, in sickness and health, for better or for worse? Or will you be smiling up at me from a glossy magazine page...perfect for the camera, but a humanly flawed character nonetheless? Is the smile for me? Do you know a secret? I have one to tell you.... Mr. Unknown, and it is a secret that you cannot keep...you must give it away....like the love in your heart...to whom will you give it? May you find her....as I look for you... Hero of Mine. I'll wait at the end of the pier - 'til your ship comes in. My eyes are fixed on the horizon....I cannot see your face, nor silhouette, but I know that you are there. Longing. For me. Don't be long.

"August of a Year"

Dear Unknown Man,

In my dreams I seek you - tryst of the finest degree - I cannot see you. You are a faceless being; your characteristics are exactly as I need...and yearn for. And you are seeking for the one who makes your world sane. Who levels the ups and downs...and dreams your dreams. I have not been introduced to who you are. I have met your acquaintance. I have met a person who is nice...so many people who are nice...but not for me. Are you? Not for me? Where are you dear man? Where are you ? I am searching for the other half to my whole? I need nothing, My Love - just your affection and adoration. I wait alone... always alone. Alone in a crowd. Sweet sadness of unfulfilled longing. It is not the way it is to be. A woman needs the man of her dreams. He is there...but only in my dreams. Come to me as I sleep. I love you.

"February of a Year"

I have seen a glimpse of you, Dear Man, and our tales of woe will destroy us - yet a feeling that transcends any that I have known - accompanies us as we take to the path together. You have put me above all others, and I have known what that is like in liking and loving you. I am grateful, but cautious of things not being as they appear. I fear that which I am unsure. Yet mature love is a splendor I only have hoped to know. I trip on my past, and you wait patiently, almost too much so. Is it real? Is the illusion only honest to the ones who seek it? Let's have just NOW, and know that NOW is something we can bank on. Tomorrow is but a hope, and yesteryear is only a vague memory... to be left in the chilling shadows of THEN. I want to trust you.

"June of a Year"

'Tis 15 months since I last ventured to write a "love letter" to you. And alas! --how we have weathered storms like I never imagined. Births, deaths, marriages. That bitter-sweet Temptress - Life - has sent us into tailspins. But emerging strong, and sure, we have conquered that which could have torn us apart. I long for your whispers. I pray for your understanding. I sense the coming tears, and am there to walk through the storms with you. We are special, not unique, but of a small categorical group of those who love and feel so deeply, and know it and share it. How the mysteries of the universe, us, and Life create never-a-dull moment in our daily routines. I pray that we keep growing and going to the well of wisdom and thought and love and compassion for each other and our fellow man. Dear Man, I am yours - and I make you mine. I can ask for nothing else. I love you.

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