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I found this from 5 years ago... some guy in a summer art class i took emailed me it... i couldn't apprciate it then, but now it's beautiful:
Lucia,
I don't know if there's a name that sounds sweeter to me, so sweet to the ear that it could deafen my ears to the caress of all sound, and blind me from the touch of song.
mmhmm. ^_^;; something of a warmth washes over me when I think about that little time I had the privelage to spend around you. I can't really get a good night's sleep anymore, I lay there in a cold sweat thinking, perplexed as how I could feel this way about another person. It's a bit difficult for me because I haven't felt this way about anyone in such a long time, I'd thought I had lost the capacity to do so. But it brings me such happiness to know that I can at least feel such things again. Oh, even if this does go on unrequitted, then I should be content. When I do a get around to sleep it seems you occupy both my waking and sleeping thoughts. You must really have a crush on me, first you show up in my Art class, then pop up in my head whenever you please, and now my dreams! Well, I can't blame you, but hey.
I know this must seem a bit strange, unexpected especially from someone you hardly know. I would usually be a bit more prudent in my actions, but I... well, I suppose one doesn't meet a girl like you every day, and I didn't want to let an opportunity like this pass me again. All I really want is to make sure you know how I feel, I think it's important that you do. Wether you act upon, or how you respond to my profession of affection is of course all up to you. But if anything, you should take some pride in yourself, that you could make a jaded stoic like myself yearn for your sweet affection, then your glistening eyes, or angellic countenance, your smile which make this cruelty that is life seem bright in your warmth...
You're lovely.
It's funny, all I've been looking for is someone else to share a frustration with, an outlet for sexual release, a passive relationship to pretend, to fool myself into thinking that I wasn't really alone. But with you, I just want to be sweet and tender, someone to make happy, innocent and all that bloody mess. Of course it doesnt' seem as if that'll ever come into fruition, but, at least you know.
Maybe it's better this way, nicer somehow.
Well, however you wish to respond I will be understanding, wether you want to respond at all, or never write a word back, as long as you get this then I've done all I set out to do.
Yours,
(took out name... look through 2003 if you really are that desperate to know)
it's beautiful and great. especially since i was in search of other old love letters
Lucia,
I don't know if there's a name that sounds sweeter to me, so sweet to the ear that it could deafen my ears to the caress of all sound, and blind me from the touch of song.
mmhmm. ^_^;; something of a warmth washes over me when I think about that little time I had the privelage to spend around you. I can't really get a good night's sleep anymore, I lay there in a cold sweat thinking, perplexed as how I could feel this way about another person. It's a bit difficult for me because I haven't felt this way about anyone in such a long time, I'd thought I had lost the capacity to do so. But it brings me such happiness to know that I can at least feel such things again. Oh, even if this does go on unrequitted, then I should be content. When I do a get around to sleep it seems you occupy both my waking and sleeping thoughts. You must really have a crush on me, first you show up in my Art class, then pop up in my head whenever you please, and now my dreams! Well, I can't blame you, but hey.
I know this must seem a bit strange, unexpected especially from someone you hardly know. I would usually be a bit more prudent in my actions, but I... well, I suppose one doesn't meet a girl like you every day, and I didn't want to let an opportunity like this pass me again. All I really want is to make sure you know how I feel, I think it's important that you do. Wether you act upon, or how you respond to my profession of affection is of course all up to you. But if anything, you should take some pride in yourself, that you could make a jaded stoic like myself yearn for your sweet affection, then your glistening eyes, or angellic countenance, your smile which make this cruelty that is life seem bright in your warmth...
You're lovely.
It's funny, all I've been looking for is someone else to share a frustration with, an outlet for sexual release, a passive relationship to pretend, to fool myself into thinking that I wasn't really alone. But with you, I just want to be sweet and tender, someone to make happy, innocent and all that bloody mess. Of course it doesnt' seem as if that'll ever come into fruition, but, at least you know.
Maybe it's better this way, nicer somehow.
Well, however you wish to respond I will be understanding, wether you want to respond at all, or never write a word back, as long as you get this then I've done all I set out to do.
Yours,
(took out name... look through 2003 if you really are that desperate to know)
it's beautiful and great. especially since i was in search of other old love letters