Today offered the opportunity to stroll back through some of the blogs I’ve written over the last four years. While pure fantasy and fiction, this one is a favorite and was originally posted on August 12, 2011. It’s filled with hope, fantasy and love for an imaginary person. Hope you enjoy its’ reboot.
“The Love Letter” painted by August Toulmouche
Recently I have read several articles about old love letters being discovered by people unrelated to the writer or addressee. In one instance a letter discovered was written 50+ years ago and finally made it to the intended recipient. Another was a note scribbled 200 years ago and discovered folded up tightly in the arm of an antique chair being restored. In another example a bundle of love letters from World War I were discovered in an antique shop and the finder was trying to locate the family of either the writer or the one being written to. Reading these stories brought what may be viewed as a silly thought, but one I followed through on. I imagined a letter I had written being discovered decades after my death. I decided to try letting one flow from me that I would be pleased for a future third-party to read and what follows is what flowed without effort from within me.
An old love letter never written from a time long ago to someone I don’t know and never met…..
Dear ________ ,
When we met for the first time is as fresh in my memory as one moment ago. As of today it was exactly one month ago. So much has happened in a very short time. My world is permanently changed and I am altered beyond what I can express with language. If I never saw you again I would mourn that happening deeply. Yet what has been awakened within me would remain as a permanent reminder that my heart is not yet dead as I had long thought it was.
How do I express the feelings growing inside me without seeming to be lost in some obvious state of delirium and euphoria? My answer is “I can not”. Science says the initial attraction between a man and woman creates a sort of partial insanity. Then that explains it. I am insane over you my darling and I revel in my madness.
How well I know that life never brings a path filled only with joy and delight. To think things are so is a true hallucination. I know what fills me now will be intertwined with challenge, trial and difficulty. Am I a lunatic to think now that such moments can be borne with grace upon the back of the love I have discovered? No. I do not think I am crazy to think that. What is built in the future upon the rock of what we are sharing, can withstand most any force a human can bear. Of that I am certain.
Yes, I dare speak of love knowing it has not been spoken between us so far. Am I am a coward for writing here instead of looking into your eyes as the words are formed by my heart and released through my voice? Maybe so, but my feelings are true. I write because my poetic soul within is determined to use beautiful words to express itself. The depths of my feelings demand I can do no less.
Yes, my sweet… I am in love…. with you. As I write this letter I know as certainly as the moon will rise later tonight and the sun will follow in the morning, what is expressed here in pen and ink is dependable and true. My restless soul seems to no longer be searching for something unknown for now the purpose of its quest has been found: YOU! Without confusion and with complete clarity I say again, I love you ______. I speak first of what I am nearly certain is within you in like form. With all my being I hope my perception is accurate!
What we are sharing is admirable and sincere. Our enchantment is real. Our bliss is genuine. I know someday when we share the delight of our selves in physical form our delight will be heightened and multiplied beyond what I ever could have hoped for. For now I am glad we have resisted what could have happened so easily. It is a testament that we guard what has been discovered and so want only the best for the gift of love between us. May we continue to take the time to build a love strong and lasting while resisting haste.
So please know my sweet darling you have touched me as I have never been touched before. You have reached me on a deeper level than I thought possible. It has been said by some that loving another makes them feel more complete, yet I question the accuracy of that. I do not feel more complete by loving you, but I do feel richer and as if I have discovered so much more of myself through knowing you. It is as if you were the light I needed in order to glimpse who I really am and all I can be.
After reading this letter, I wonder every minute until then how you will greet me when next we meet. My heart vibrates with hope that you meet me then knowing you have found a match for what you hold inside for me.
I love you my darling,
With much gratitude that I am able to do so, I wrote the above openly and without reservation. The words traveled from mind to fingers to screen at the moments I thought them just as I thought them without editing. No longer do I feel the need to hide away any element of my hapless romantic soul. I no longer fear the real me within and instead here and now express my thankfulness again for it.
A day, a week, a month are past,
Another year is by;
Beside her on the open’d desk,
His old love letters lie.
She reads them till the day-light fades,
And ‘neath the moon-lit sky,
She sleeps at rest, for on her breast
Those old love letters lie.