Love Letter No. 1
My love,
Is it odd that I feel the urge to lie with you in bed, your head resting on my lap as I lean against the pillows, a hand carding through your hair as I read aloud? Sharing my favorite novels with you is showing you a piece of my soul; sharing my personal copies is an act of giving said piece. Yet reading aloud would be even greater. I’m sure as to why I had not realized before just now when I was reading Into the Wild. Normally, I become immersed in literature, my mind doing nothing more than consuming the words as a starving man would a feast. However, I am reading this as an assignment, meaning that I need to go slow, savor the meal, identify the different ingredients, think about the process required to make such a delicious meal, etc. Because of that, my mind was at work, and in the background the urge to be reading with you was persistent. It was that distraction that brought me to the aforementioned conclusion, that reading with you would be so much better than simply sharing my favorite novels. Instead of giving you the remnants of my experience for you try on in your own way, we’d be experiencing it together: the ups and downs, the difficult passages, etc. That is truly sharing.
I hope to do this soon, my love.
Sincerely,
Your love
Is it odd that I feel the urge to lie with you in bed, your head resting on my lap as I lean against the pillows, a hand carding through your hair as I read aloud? Sharing my favorite novels with you is showing you a piece of my soul; sharing my personal copies is an act of giving said piece. Yet reading aloud would be even greater. I’m sure as to why I had not realized before just now when I was reading Into the Wild. Normally, I become immersed in literature, my mind doing nothing more than consuming the words as a starving man would a feast. However, I am reading this as an assignment, meaning that I need to go slow, savor the meal, identify the different ingredients, think about the process required to make such a delicious meal, etc. Because of that, my mind was at work, and in the background the urge to be reading with you was persistent. It was that distraction that brought me to the aforementioned conclusion, that reading with you would be so much better than simply sharing my favorite novels. Instead of giving you the remnants of my experience for you try on in your own way, we’d be experiencing it together: the ups and downs, the difficult passages, etc. That is truly sharing.
I hope to do this soon, my love.
Sincerely,
Your love