Her
God, how long has it been since I've held you in my arms? I thought, once, that if I didn't see a person for a certain amount of time, I'd forget what they looked like, their image distorted in my mind's eye. But I haven't. Not you. I remember every curve of your body, every nuance of your face, every intoxicating scent, every taste that I've ever had of you, the way your flesh yields to my touch. . .
I dreamt about you, last night. We were together, and I had my arm around you, and everything was alright with the world. Why can't we have that in this world, in this life? I don't want to have to wait until the next life to find you again. I want here, and now, to hold in my arms forever until the end of the universe, and into the next one.
I want to drink you in, to move my hands over your body, to slide my fingers across your silken skin. I want--no, I NEED to once again experience how it feels to press my body into yours until we meld into one. I ache with every fiber of my being for it. For you...
Do you remember how we'd sit out in my car, listening to music, not saying a word, because not a word needed to be spoken for us to understand each other? I died the day you spoke to me, and was reborn over and over again in your presence.
You made me a man anew. I'm forever who I am because of you. You are the best part of me, forever and always, and I will always cherish you for that. I still need you, you know. I'll always be missing that part of me that made me a whole person, a complete man. You are that piece, and if I never see you again, I'll never see that piece of me either.
You said that I would find another, that there's always someone else for a person, that there's never just the one. But how can that be? You are exactly shaped to fit the final piece of the puzzle that is me. Other women aren't shaped like you, and therefore won't fit exactly.
But I've tried. It hasn't worked, so far. There have been the many, but you are the one. I have searched the sea the world over, but there has never been a fish like you.
Please, come back to me. I already love you more than I have ever loved any other. I will continue to love you beyond this realm. If you ever had any love more me at all, any hope for Us, please love me again...
Love, Me
To _________
I don't know where to begin because I don't know where we left off.
However, it seems as though I should say something, or at the very least write something, so that if I ever have to courage to tell you I love you I have something to point to. As if to say, see? I have loved since I saw you. See? You have been every, single, thought, running through my lonely head.
See?
Do you see? How it pains me to love you so much because of how far away we are? But that is not matter. For it is better to love than to be lost, for it is better to have a fire for you than a darkness without you. For you are my motivation. Because I love you.
I adore you, and I would do anything to protect you.
I remember meeting you, you know. It seems like so long ago. I guess it was. We were only kids, but I knew. I knew.
For I fell in to your eyes, I was swept up by your hair and I was paralyzed by your beauty. I was lifted by your laugh and crushed by your tears. I needed you. I still need you.
And even if you don't need me, I will always be here.
To support you,
To care for you,
To love you,
From _______
Hey Sid,
Today is my birthday and I'm really hoping that you don't call so I can have a reason to be bitchy. Yes, I love being bitchy towards you because I like to draw you in and leave you hanging out in the dry from time to time... have to keep you reminded as to who I am as a lady to you.
Yesterday, when we were play fighting, I loved it. You're a black Jackie Chan and I never even knew. You kept me laughing so hard to the point where my stomach was aching and I was gasping for air. However, I love you..
And, you are the best thing that has happened to me. When you told me that on the same night we had the same dream I was like, "that's soooooo fucking aweeesomeee." on the inside though, I gotta keep my cool around you. I don't want you to look down on me, which is why I have to be bitchy from time to time.
I wish I could send you this letter but I can't because I don't want you to know all of the magical tricks in the tool shed.
So, Good Night,
And please, don't call me to wish me a happy birthday like I'm really counting on this just for the entertainment for myself. And by the way, do you know how important this birthday is to me? Like, you're really going to get it this time too.