An open letter: does it exist?
Dear reader,
Is it possible to fall deeply, I ask myself, the countless books and films all give hope, and promise that a messy, beautiful love may exist? That feeling of being consumed by another.
I admit I cry terribly and often, watching two hapless people who for all other purpose, have no friends or few interests in common, fold into each other’s lives and that’s it, I’m hooked. Believe me, my eyes crumble at any scene with a horse to the backdrop of a woman singing softly (the advert for the bank with the prancing horse, gets me every time).
All that is just floating letters on a crisp yellowing page, the dog-ended books that litter bedroom floor space, is as close to bedroom lust, and fantastical romance I’ve ever known.
So I ask, does it exist?
I’ve tried, I have. Following countless friend’s advice and pursed what the nightlife has to offer, which has produced its own brooding glances, fierce lipped kisses and tantalising dalliances, but please; the four-letter word, has remained elusive. I wonder what Emily, Charlotte and Anne would make of all this, would they laugh, would they subscribe to social media, too. That constant connection to a perceived version of ourselves and each other. Is it any wonder, there is the struggle for lasting connection with another, when we are so often out of touch with ourselves?
Let me ask you,
Can you educate me what is a modern love? Is it real? And what does it feel like?
How do you know you have obtained it?
Does it exist?
Kind wishes,
CornishGal.
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