Love Letter
December 6th, 2008
Dearest,
Have you ever wondered what it would be like to fly or breathe under water? Simple and childish curiosities often become the most adventurous tale in our mind of imagination. But can you remember the greatest adventure of them all that from the beginning was the fantasy of every young girl? Can you remember the blush that innocently rose to your cheeks when your father would hold you in his arms, a tight embrace and confess his devotion and adoration upon you? Do you remember the soft giggles you sang to him when Father would assure you that you, forever and always will be his one and only girl? To a Father, a daughter is a priceless gift that is to be cherished and adorn throughout space and time. To father, you are the singular most important woman in his life. Do you remember seeing the passion between Mother and Father, lazily lying in bed on Saturday morning as you bounce through the sheets? Now tell me, could you bare the wait for a love like that?
I fear to confess my heart on these pieces of paper, for I may break our state, irresponsibly. Our, you mouth, voice silent still as your eyes eagerly read over my letter in question. Yes, our; his and I. Dare I speak the fragile existence he and I coincide in? Oh but I must, the swelling of rapture is nearly unbearable.
Could a creature such as he is, be any more perfect? I disregard my sin for I believe it truth, but if God is to be the only perfection than he has incarnated inside mortal flesh. Divinity is known through his touch, delirious joy is found in his words of affinity and humility in his being. Bragging, yes that is exactly what I’m guilty of, bragging of ultimate sanctity. I can hear your skepticism of the perfection I’ve come to love but I implore you to see; flaws are the foundation of the sublime.
Words fail to properly compose an accurate description of him. How can one possibly expect emotions to be so simple and careless? For those that seek this impossible task, it is asinine to attempt the irrational. My heart, untamed in spirit cannot help but to shudder into submission when he speaks of sweet nothings and timeless passion. Challenging, always superior in intellect, I feel myself rising to the occasion, to better myself as an individual so that he may one day accept me as an equal. Though he expresses such sentiments as if I could be as accomplished, I fear he only flatters me, though not intentionally. “Blushing does not suit you, it’s unbecoming of you” he says as if I have reason and right to take pride in myself and the minimal achievements I have collected in my life. I can see you question my belief in my personal self worth, and adequately so; I’m a tattered and ordinary flower that does not stand beyond the rest. Though on frequent occasions he praises me as a snowflake; different, serrated and eloquent.
In truth I could only hope to be so dear to him, I often find myself in a window of doubt, the rain of disappointment threatening over head. When in his company I illuminate, radiating the purest sensation of desire, happiness and fulfillment. I adore his will, determination and abilities. His intellect, charm, charismatic mannerisms and gentle interior caress me in a state of felicity. Damned, for I am desperately and hopelessly in love with him. I was careless and sloppy with my emotions, my heart so neatly pinned to the collar of my sleeve and yet he has cradled it mercifully. It was as if he understood the delicate state in which I released myself and so casually accepted it. Was this a natural state of circumstances for him? I also question if this reaction to my surrender is natural. All that is left of me is my sanity which is quickly fleeting, though I hold no fear.
Labels are unnecessary and imply boundaries, restriction and the inability to progress and grow. Though I call him friend, my heart calls him lover and deliverer of serenity. Through him I find myself a more enjoyable and worthy creature. For him I am exactly what is desired; perfect.
So, I write this to you as a stranger in hopes that I’ve ignited hope in the most hollow of places, that you too will find such freedom and splendor.
Sincerely
Heart and Soul
Dearest,
Have you ever wondered what it would be like to fly or breathe under water? Simple and childish curiosities often become the most adventurous tale in our mind of imagination. But can you remember the greatest adventure of them all that from the beginning was the fantasy of every young girl? Can you remember the blush that innocently rose to your cheeks when your father would hold you in his arms, a tight embrace and confess his devotion and adoration upon you? Do you remember the soft giggles you sang to him when Father would assure you that you, forever and always will be his one and only girl? To a Father, a daughter is a priceless gift that is to be cherished and adorn throughout space and time. To father, you are the singular most important woman in his life. Do you remember seeing the passion between Mother and Father, lazily lying in bed on Saturday morning as you bounce through the sheets? Now tell me, could you bare the wait for a love like that?
I fear to confess my heart on these pieces of paper, for I may break our state, irresponsibly. Our, you mouth, voice silent still as your eyes eagerly read over my letter in question. Yes, our; his and I. Dare I speak the fragile existence he and I coincide in? Oh but I must, the swelling of rapture is nearly unbearable.
Could a creature such as he is, be any more perfect? I disregard my sin for I believe it truth, but if God is to be the only perfection than he has incarnated inside mortal flesh. Divinity is known through his touch, delirious joy is found in his words of affinity and humility in his being. Bragging, yes that is exactly what I’m guilty of, bragging of ultimate sanctity. I can hear your skepticism of the perfection I’ve come to love but I implore you to see; flaws are the foundation of the sublime.
Words fail to properly compose an accurate description of him. How can one possibly expect emotions to be so simple and careless? For those that seek this impossible task, it is asinine to attempt the irrational. My heart, untamed in spirit cannot help but to shudder into submission when he speaks of sweet nothings and timeless passion. Challenging, always superior in intellect, I feel myself rising to the occasion, to better myself as an individual so that he may one day accept me as an equal. Though he expresses such sentiments as if I could be as accomplished, I fear he only flatters me, though not intentionally. “Blushing does not suit you, it’s unbecoming of you” he says as if I have reason and right to take pride in myself and the minimal achievements I have collected in my life. I can see you question my belief in my personal self worth, and adequately so; I’m a tattered and ordinary flower that does not stand beyond the rest. Though on frequent occasions he praises me as a snowflake; different, serrated and eloquent.
In truth I could only hope to be so dear to him, I often find myself in a window of doubt, the rain of disappointment threatening over head. When in his company I illuminate, radiating the purest sensation of desire, happiness and fulfillment. I adore his will, determination and abilities. His intellect, charm, charismatic mannerisms and gentle interior caress me in a state of felicity. Damned, for I am desperately and hopelessly in love with him. I was careless and sloppy with my emotions, my heart so neatly pinned to the collar of my sleeve and yet he has cradled it mercifully. It was as if he understood the delicate state in which I released myself and so casually accepted it. Was this a natural state of circumstances for him? I also question if this reaction to my surrender is natural. All that is left of me is my sanity which is quickly fleeting, though I hold no fear.
Labels are unnecessary and imply boundaries, restriction and the inability to progress and grow. Though I call him friend, my heart calls him lover and deliverer of serenity. Through him I find myself a more enjoyable and worthy creature. For him I am exactly what is desired; perfect.
So, I write this to you as a stranger in hopes that I’ve ignited hope in the most hollow of places, that you too will find such freedom and splendor.
Sincerely
Heart and Soul