PERSONAL/ LOVE LETTER: A DREAM WITHIN A DREAM

I was dreaming last night. It was a dream within a dream. It started with one letter on a computer screen and then a word and soon a sentence. I wrote a letter to my future wife. Like a fetus that becomes a baby. Out of nothing ...there was something. I woke up one morning and I decide to put it up. This "beautiful stranger" response to me and that person was you, against your better judgment you remarked what I wrote touch your heart. No big deal. Would've been easy to forget, dismiss, delete, and move on. But instead I wrote back to you. Again, nothing much, just something little. But the little became more, and then the more soon became, well, pretty soon we were emailing..texting and talking.back and forth like crazy. Pages. Long, short, funny, weird, and just full of some of the most unusual coincidences... things we saw, or thought, or heard, places we had been at the same time. We could have met, did we already meet? No, but we figured out that there had probably been days in our past when we were no more than a few feet apart, missing each other because of... what? timing? luck? fate? We could have met in a number of places, but instead we met on online. Life is funny sometimes. I mean, online! Never in a million years would I have ever predicted something like this. never. But it was nothing short of amazing, and intense, and strange, and easy, and unique. Even when I wasn't writing you, I was writing you, in my head. I was looking around at girls in bars and restaurants and walking on the street wondering if you were  there, if that was you. That girl in the car stopped at the light? Ordering a drink at the bar? Eating that burger? Walking into that store?  Crossing the street? Was that You? It was crazy. I didn't know what you looked like. You could been anyone. We never swapped pictures. Just stories, and thoughts, and words. Just us. And so we met finally of course at Barnes and Nobles coffee shop, with too much coffee. and no picture, just a mental image and description. It was a disaster. The place was packed, and everyone looked like they were looking around looking for someone. EVERYONE. They all seemed to fit your description. Dark hair, dark eyes, slim, medium height. Every girl in that place has dark hair; dark eyes, and is medium height. I called you on your cell  Where are you? I'm here, where are you? here, in the back. Ok, I'm coming right now...And there you were exactly liked you described yourself - dark hair, dark eyes, medium. But nooooo, silly boy with too much coffee in him. Seems dark hair is subjective - to me it means black, to others, its much more of a reddish brown. And what's medium when you're wearing 5 inch platform shoes!

"Ah, I found you." Came a voice from your lips and my heart skipped a beat as a smile spread across my face. How do I already know your voice? 'My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words of thy tongue’s uttering, yet I know the sound.' I remembered the line from Romeo and Juliet. I could not forget your voice  even if I tried. At the sound, all thoughts of the odd occurrence faded.
I will realized when I see you that there was a part of my mind that had wondered if you were real, if I had not only imagined your beauty, but clearly I had not. Somehow, you are real, right down to your  ancient eyes. It felt just as indescribable to look into your eyes.

"I knew it," you would say.... ‘I knew I had met you before. It’s as if we had to meet again at some point in this life. I talked to my friends about it, but they thought I was crazy, that thousands of people must say the same thing about thousands of other people every day. I thought they must be right, but life… life brought you to me. You came to find me, didn’t you?” I said in this life time. There was something about us that just clicked.  Whether it was being on the same wave length with a joke or an idea, we just connected in a way neither of us had connected before. In all the world, there is no heart for me like yours. In all the world, there is no love for you like mine Whatever our souls are made of, your and mine are the same. When you begin to touch my heart or let your heart be touched by me, you begin to discover that it's bottomless. You would ask me...Do I love you?  And I would say.."My God, if your love were a grain of sand, mine would be a universe of beaches. The more I know you, the more I want to know you more.You are my inspiration and my folly. You are my light across the sea, my million nameless joys, and my day's wage. You are my divinity, my madness, my selfishness, my transfiguration and purification. You are my rapscallionly fellow vagabond, my tempter and star. I want you."

 I think back now and don't know how it could have ever been anyone else. In my mind it's been exactly a few months since you first wrote me. When I think about how we met the whole thing still seems so strange and unlikely. so unexpected. We've kept all those emails. It's dorky. and romantic. Like having a transcript of your first date, that first amazing conversation you have when you fall in love with somebody. I think we're pretty lucky. I think I'm pretty lucky. Online personals. Who would have thought? Life is funny sometimes. Pretty great too. I love you baby. Help me make this dream true. Find me