New Years Idea
Let me try to keep this resolution. Every week I want to try to write something to my boyfriend. Maybe a love letter, maybe a simple phrase, just something. Let the sappy stuff out. Simple enough I guess, lets start with an ode to John Adams:
My Dear Friend
I left you this morning and already I feel a space only you can fill opening for me. I do have to tear myself from you sometimes, for a while, I need to remind myself of that independence I need. Otherwise I feel I would want to be with you always, and what love is to be had with no time of loss.
It was a slow day. The theater held no charms for me today, perhaps because I watched as others played their parts. Oh the envy, the rage. Such beautiful words, yes only words I fear. At the end of the rehearsal I found myself tired and decided to stay in High Point. I found my way to the housing provided by the festival, clean and warm and well suited for free lodging, and now I sit beside a wall of maps. Italy is at my head. It is a good house.
But no home. It is not a home without you in it. This bed is so empty without you, it feels so vast and the sheets haven't the smell of you. I hope to find you soon near it, in it, around it.
With all the love I have
My Dear Friend
I left you this morning and already I feel a space only you can fill opening for me. I do have to tear myself from you sometimes, for a while, I need to remind myself of that independence I need. Otherwise I feel I would want to be with you always, and what love is to be had with no time of loss.
It was a slow day. The theater held no charms for me today, perhaps because I watched as others played their parts. Oh the envy, the rage. Such beautiful words, yes only words I fear. At the end of the rehearsal I found myself tired and decided to stay in High Point. I found my way to the housing provided by the festival, clean and warm and well suited for free lodging, and now I sit beside a wall of maps. Italy is at my head. It is a good house.
But no home. It is not a home without you in it. This bed is so empty without you, it feels so vast and the sheets haven't the smell of you. I hope to find you soon near it, in it, around it.
With all the love I have