In the middle of the night, August 16th, 2008
Dear You,
My handwritten thoughts have travelled a long way to get to your hands, to be taken in, undressed and enjoyed by your eyes. I don’t realise you’re on my mind until I see that we are close by in the virtual space where ten hours doesn’t seem so far away. I like that when we get on the phone, regardless of where you are or what I am doing, I relax into the favourite place in my mind as soon as you say “hi.” I like that I know the sound of your voice and most of your facial expressions, but we’ve never been closer than twenty minutes away from each other. I like that not seeing you that night is the only thing I’ve regretted in the past five years. Seriously. Also I like that not seeing you (online) makes me nervous and excited at the same time…all I wonder is “where he is and I wish he was here.”
I’ve known you for only a few months, but I can already imagine what things might be like face-to-face. I imagine we’d be a little nervous around each other and maybe all the big talk shrinks to side glances and playful teasing. I imagine that we’d smile at each other and you might sit closer to me when I giggle at you. I also imagine that my temptation to kiss you might overpower my hesitation not to. I also think that it might be the same for you. My imagination has the tendency to run wild when I think about you. And I often think about you.
This relationship that we have has quickly evolved into one of my favourite things. I care for you deeply and every day, I am more surprised at how closely we’ve grown. The special aspects of our conversations make me so happy! Things are still very new and uncertain, but I hope you are also happy with all the developments between us. Apparently, we both aim to please. I treasure this that much more because it is very infrequent that I find someone with whom I connect on so many levels: common interests compatibility, conversation, preferences and desires and overall chemistry. It is beyond pleasure to spend time with you every day. I only hope that I am not feeling something that isn’t shared.
I hope you aren’t too surprised by this letter. You said you’d never received a love letter before, but since we’re not quite at “love,” think of this as a “like” letter. I like you. I’m a little delusional when I think about anything as far as you…a bubbly, high-life kind of feeling like I’ve not slept for almost a day. I can’t wait to see what happens….
Like,
Me
Copyright © 2008 by Ruth Rhytswell
3 Comments
August 25, 2008 at 3:58 pm
quite a character
August 27, 2008 at 5:28 pm
oh if the world only knew.
October 1, 2008 at 11:52 am
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