PERSONAL/LOVE:LOVE IS BEING LEFT IN CHARGE OF A LIBRARY BOOK

When a person has been single for a while, they start to think they’re being pursued by the biggest love imaginable. They think love is coming for them down the street like the Grim Reaper, like an unstoppable madman with an axe. It’s there. They can feel it. They wonder what it is going to taste like, but they think they know. They look into the stars and they see it. They miss their flight and suddenly it’s a sign that the biggest love imaginable will be in the airport at the end of the later flight, waiting to be bumped into at baggage reclaim.

Being single is like being left in charge of a library book that hasn’t had a date stamped in it. You don’t know when the call is going to come, just that it will come, because it has to come, this ultimate of ultimates. The single person wants to be prepared or tempt fate into letting love arrive when he’s looking the other way, all unprepared. The attached person smiles at this single person and laughs, saying, "Bless you, you’re trying too hard, why, love will come when you least expect it." The single person is irritated and sits there with a furrowed brow, furiously least expecting it and least expecting it. The single person reads all this guff about how nobody will love him until he loves himself, and so he becomes ever more determined to love himself. He loves himself with the force of a small child trying to prise the lid off a jar of peanut butter.

And then it is Valentine's Day, when the greatest love imaginable needs to hurry up and find you, ideally the week before. Urgently, you don’t care, nobody cares, it’s such balls, everybody cares.The single person waits for a love like a shiny-suited conwoman who promises to take him away from all this, even though "all this" is everything that he is.

The single person imagines that love will make him into a better man, and so he tempts fate by becoming a worse man. The single person wonders about his other half, and so he throws himself down rabbit holes, to drink from the bottle marked "Drink Me", and eat the cake marked "Eat Me", and try to reach the feeling where he has become both halves himself. The single person is powered by nervous energy, convinced that he is on the hook, and that the greatest love imaginable will get him off it. Sometimes, he wonders if a relationship will accelerate his mass to a stated velocity, the stated velocity being ALL OF THE MUSIC, ALL OF THE TIME. But this might just be the "Eat Me" and the "Drink Me" talking. It will make sense when she finds him.

Really, all you people who are actually in love should be jealous of single people. They’re having the biggest love affair imaginable. Much bigger than yours. They don’t even hear you when you complain that living together isn’t that great because it’s only been two years and already the sex has dropped off and it’s just become this sort of arrangement where your spouse isn’t so much your soulmate as just that person who passes you in the kitchen, asking why you haven’t given the cat its eyedrops. A single person can’t even hear you when you say this.

Because the longer a person is single, the more ultimate their big love becomes, the time spent alone being directly proportional to the increase in its size. Until the single person’s love grows so large that it threatens to invade small countries, print its own stamps and compose a national anthem. Single people dream of a love so big that a wrestler can’t lift it, so loud that Rammstein can’t deafen it, a love so morbidly obese that it has to be winched out through the roof, pursued by a TV documentary crew as it makes its way to the stomach-stapling operation in a jumbulance.

This love, it is the day when the rain finally stops. It is the day when somebody looks into your eyes and says "You, you, are the end of all possibility of rain."

Although, of course, single person, you could just go out with that friend of yours who you get on brilliantly with and who is so lovely and who is, as all your friends point out, completely in love with you. But that would never do.

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PERSONAL/ LOVE: CHEMISTRY AND LOVE

A few days ago...i asked my friend who was female define love for me. "Okay. Love is that feeling you get when you meet the right person." This is how most woman approach love...looking for the elusive chemistry.. Consciously or unconsciously, they believe love is a sensation (based on physical and emotional attraction) that magically, spontaneously generates when Mr. or Ms. Right appears. And just as easily, it can spontaneously degenerate when the magic "just isn't there" anymore. You fall in love, and you can fall out of it. The key word is passivity.

To me...love is a verb, not a noun.Love is the attachment that results from deeply appreciating another's goodness. Love is the result of appreciating another's goodness. I am sure the word "goodness" may surprise you. After all, most love stories don't feature a couple enraptured with each other's ethics. ("I'm captivated by your values!" he told her passionately. "And I've never met a man with such morals!" she cooed.) But I don't live in the movies, I live in the real world.

Nice looks, an engaging personality, intelligence, and talent (all of which count for something) may attract you, but goodness is what moves you to love. If love comes from appreciating goodness, it needn't just happen ― you can make it happen. You can create it. Just focus on the good in another person (and everyone has some). If you can do this easily, you'll love easily. By focusing on the good, you can love almost anyone. That is what I believe.

You say you love someone you've never met by choosing to do so because love is a choice. The best way to feel loving is to be loving ― and that means giving. While most people believe love leads to giving, the truth is exactly the opposite: Giving leads to love.

The effect of giving allows you into another person's world and opens you up to perceiving his or her goodness. At the same time, it means investing part of yourself in the other, enabling you to love this person as you love yourself.

Many years ago, I met a woman whom I found very unpleasant. So I decided to try out the "giving leads to love" theory. One day I invited her for dinner. A few days later I offered to help her with a personal problem. Today we have a warm relationship. The more you give, the more you love. This is why your parents (who've given you more than you'll ever know) undoubtedly love you more than you love them, and you, in turn, will love your own children more than they'll love you.

A man I know once explained why he's been happily married for 25 years. "A relationship has its ups and downs, The downs can be really low ― and when you're in one, you have three choices: Leave, stay in a loveless marriage, or choose to love your spouse.

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PERSONAL/LOVE;GOD IS ACTUALLY YOU AND ME TOGETHER

I can teach you how to love me.

If you take the time and truly want to know, I can teach you what each of my head tilts mean. I can teach you all the secrets of my body. I can teach you how to handle me when I’m moody, what to say when I act strange or distant around you.

If we get close enough for long enough, I can teach you about how to touch me where I am most sensitive, how to make my breath come quickly, how to rocket me into outer space with the slightest of movements and then do it all over again.

I can show you my wicked smile, the one that only comes out sometimes, the one I put on only when the root at the base of me and all the darkness in the world come prancing up my spine, when I have to let it wriggle and scream because without that it would consume me, as I become the immediate channel for something great and deep and wide and appalling.

I can teach you why and how it hurts when I don’t get attention, and I can do it without blaming you. I can teach you how I don’t ever need you to apologize, I just need you to listen. I can teach you how to come to me with criticism so that I don’t fall apart and collapse into myself, choking and retreating into a ball of aching grief.

I can teach you how while I have claws, I have choice about when I use them. I can teach you how to declaw me faster and better each time. I can teach you how to preempt my tantrums, how to make it safe for me to come out and play, how to bring forth my love like a shining beacon of depth and warmth and delight and freedom.

I can teach you what to do when I reach for you—or maybe you already know. Maybe there are things you already know about me, about how to be with me, just from the way I move or sit or stand or share or the way I light up or shut down.

Maybe you’ve been with others like me, other tender, expressive beings, other imperfect triumvirates of passion, pain and possibility.

We can celebrate where I am similar, and I can teach you where I’m different. I can teach you how to be with me without words, and I can teach you the magic words to say.

I can teach you these things, offer them up like so many pebbles, worn and smooth and pure, because I found them and ground them away down into their essence, made them soft by my own tears and trauma. I can bring them to you like a sacred offering, fetched from depths of my soul and my anguish, inspired and transpired by the innocence with which a child places total trust and responsibility in the hands of people who don’t and can’t know everything, or do everything right all the time.

I learned these things, in fact, to teach you.

When it was hard and I wanted to stop and I wanted it to stop and I wanted to make it stop, when I wanted to arrest the humiliation or destroy the awakening or hold onto the hate or shutter the screams or beat my fists across walls or cover my ears and board up my eyes and silence my mouth forever, I thought of you.

And I thought of children. Our children.

I did it for you, so that our path could be smoother, so that their path could be smoother. And so it will be, inevitably smoother paved by so many hard-earned pebbles, given by the rending refinement of my own coming undone, and redone.

The only thing I need from you, the only gift I need you to give to me, the only rendition and chorus I require, is for you to ask.

I need you to ask.

If you ask, I will tell you some things. If you ask further, I will tell you many things. And if you ask and you ask and you ask, and you keep asking and I know you’ll keep asking and there will never be a time when you don’t ask, I will tell you everything.

I will tell you where you fit into the pattern of my life, how I have been waiting for you and waiting for you and dying for you to come to me.

I am dying for you to come to me.

And when you do I can tell you, but I will never be able to say it to you strong enough or loud enough or enough enough, just how glad I am you’ve arrived.

There may never be a way to express that with words.

I’m doing the work so that we will work. So that I can make an extraordinary partner, a loyal partner, a partner undivided by the simple stresses of it all, with a bedrock foundation in something greater than all of this, with my own light and surrender and basic formation settled and accounted for and with which I am deeply, truly, and exquisitely at peace.

I have touched grace. I have been to God and back. And when I arrived and returned I came here upon this place and discovered that now—right now—God actually is you.

And me.

Together.
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ARTICLE: THE FUTURE OF FAIR LABOR BY JEFFESON COWIE

ITHACA, N.Y. — SEVENTY-FIVE years ago today, President Franklin D. Roosevelt signed the Fair Labor Standards Act to give a policy backbone to his belief that goods that were not produced under “rudimentary standards of decency” should not be “allowed to pollute the channels of interstate trade." 

The act is the bedrock of modern employment law. It outlawed child labor, guaranteed a minimum wage, established the official length of the workweek at 40 hours, and required overtime pay for anything more. Capping the working week encouraged employers to hire more people rather than work the ones they had to exhaustion. All this came not from the magic of market equilibrium but from federal policy. 

For decades afterward, Congress brought more people under the law’s purview and engaged in perennial struggles to maintain or increase the minimum wage. Fifty years ago this month, John F. Kennedy signed its most important amendment, the Equal Pay Act, which guaranteed women and others equal pay for equal work. 

Despite this noble history, today the act faces an uncertain future, thanks to a series of disconcerting shifts in the way we think about work in America. 

The problem is indicative of the moral and political slipperiness of our time. A large and growing number of employers willfully classify their employees as “exempt” from the law by shifting their jobs, but not their pay, to administrative, executive and professional categories. Being exempt allows employers to ignore pesky things like overtime or minimum wages, since these are salaried, not hourly workers. Lawsuits over back overtime pay resulting from misclassifications have gone through the roof. 

If the line between exempt and nonexempt workers has become unfairly blurred, the line distinguishing employee and independent contractor has faded to near invisibility. We are moving toward the “1099 economy,” named after the tax form provided to independent contractors, a classification that often walks the line of legality. 

For some workers, being a 1099’er means more flexibility, creativity and control over their work. However, there are many more reluctant 1099 workers who want regular jobs but find themselves locked out of the system by employers looking for an easy way to buck their responsibility to their employees. 

And then there is the most infamous classification hustle: the internship. For bright, young (and typically affluent) interns at America’s top corporations there is no actual job, so there are no fair labor standards to apply. That means no minimum wage and no maximum hours. There is often no pay at all. 

A recent decision by the Federal District Court in Manhattan declaring that the hard-working “interns” involved in making the 2010 film “Black Swan” for Fox Searchlight were really employees is encouraging, and may well have long-range implications. It’s a hopeful sign that we may yet be able to re-establish an idea that is as old-fashioned as it is good: work and you get paid. 

And yet, countercurrents persist. When Obamacare goes into effect next year, businesses that have more than 50 full-time employees will have to start offering health insurance. This could produce a scramble among small companies to reclassify enough employees so as not to have to pay for health insurance. 

In response, we need a new commitment from the federal government to buttress the Fair Labor Standards Act. 

More money for enforcement is a must. Compliance actions from the Department of Labor’s Division of Wages and Hours fell by over a third between 1997 and 2007. This is partly a matter of resources: for this coming budget year, the Obama administration is seeking a modest increase of $15 million for enforcement of both the Fair Labor Standards Act and the Family Medical Leave Act. That’s not enough. 

There are several other ways to improve the act. Because its enforcement scheme relies on employees to come forward, rather than on government-initiated supervision through audits and worksite visits, protection against retaliation needs to be more robust. We can also improve the law’s deterrence function, in the form of punitive damages for severe or pervasive violations. 

It’s true that we are in the middle of a seismic shift in the way we structure our work lives. Both workers and employers want more flexibility. But that similarity of interests shouldn’t mask the fact that employers will always have more power than their employees, and that it’s in their interests to make those employees work as long and as cheaply as possible. 

In Roosevelt’s day, the courts found most wages and hours legislation unconstitutional based on the doctrine of “liberty of contract.” The idea was as simple as it was pernicious: wages and hours legislation violated an individual’s freedom to make an independent (read: worse) deal with his employer. 

We can’t afford to drift further back to the bad old days of liberty of contract. Americans are drastically overworked and underpaid compared to workers in other advanced countries, and our workers are trapped in a rigid pattern of inequality that has ended a historic claim to being the nation of upward mobility. 

Roosevelt did not bother with economic arguments when it came to hours and wages. He offered a simple framework, both moral and patriotic. “A self-supporting and self-respecting democracy,” he proclaimed, “can plead no justification for the existence of child labor, no economic reason for chiseling workers’ wages or stretching workers’ hours.” That is as true today as it was then.
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LETTER: DEAR ME

I can see you there, staring out with a mixture of wonder and fascination.  I see the light behind your eyes, shining through and illuminating the color with the intensity of youth. I know your face because it once was mine.  Your eyes are my eyes before the wrinkles of laughter and the lines that tears have slowly eroded on the sides of them.

This is an open letter to the boy I was. When the stamp comes that can carry these pages backwards through the timeline of my life, stretched like clothing on the line, I will send it.  This is a letter to be read by those shining eyes, or to those innocent ears if the tears start early and threaten a smear to the ink seeping into the paper.  Here are the rules I was never given and the shortcuts I never got to take.  Here are the secrets and the lessons you will learn when you are here and once again writing this letter to yourself, just waiting for that stamp.

Listen, because we never know how much time we have and we never, not ever, are in control of when the lights will go out and we’ll be opening our eyes to a new light again.  Listen:

Never be afraid to be proud of yourself.  You are made of magic and you share dust and light with the stars that shine above you.  Please promise me that you won’t dim your glow because it hurts someone else’s eyes.  Cry.  Really cry.  They will try to show you and tell you and convince you that men don’t cry, that they bite their lip from the inside and swallow the blood with all the tears they are too timid to let fall. They will say that men are the shoulders and are the rock that stands in the current.  Be the water instead for one day that rock will be sand and it will have been you and only you that washed it away.  Laugh.  Truly laugh.  Let life and all of its folly steal the breath from your body and replace it with the staccato melody of giggles and guffaws; the laughter that comes without fair warning and continues without apology.

Never be afraid to follow your heart.  Take all you have and risk it truly risk it for where your crazy heart decides to take you.   Do not ever think you, exactly you, are not capable of chasing your dreams and do not ever think that you, exactly you, are not worth being chased. It’s going to hurt, more than you think it will, and it’s going to heal more than you ever imagine it can.  You will be cut, scraped and scarred from these pursuits but scars are stories and one day someone will come along that will pilot the ship of their fingertips down the random rivers of your scars.  They will absentmindedly and without knowing why, press their lips to them and feel the smallest shock of life when skin touches skin.

Be kind.  Always.  Give love freely and never wait for it to come back. If it breathes, grows or has even a single cell bouncing around inside it, love it, too.  Each and every thing deserves and has earned more respect than its given so start the trend and I promise, promise that you will feel part of it all when you hold life in your hands.

Do not worry about the clothes you wear, or the fashion you might (and by might I mean will always) miss out on or the way your hair seems to always look like you were struck by lightning (which you just might be).  Do not worry about the car you drive or the money that finds its way into whatever bank, piggy or otherwise, you set up.   Do not worry if people laugh at you, do not worry about impressing because people like what they like and don’t what they don’t. Do not worry of death because I promise you, one day you will die and it will be perfectly and completely beautiful.

Take care of yourself. It’s up to you to keep your heart beating and your lungs filling and your legs running long past when you should have found your way to shuffling off this mortal coil and starting fresh.  Greet Death running and jumping and dancing with her, throwing kisses like promises
while she waits to carry you away.  Don’t make her bend or scoop or hoist or strain her delicate hands under the weight of your tired soul.  Meet her with a smile that only old age can create.

Love.  Promise me that you will love.  It will shake your skin and rattle your bones and the sheer volume of butterflies inside will threaten to lift your stomach to your throat.  Love.  Don’t think of the why or the how of the what if and just love.  When you think, if only for a moment, that you’re loving enough, you aren’t. Love until your eyes are cried dry and your arms shake from squeezing so tight.  Love because you cannot not love and because it finishes all of the pieces in you that would otherwise stay that way.  Love because it’s the answer to the question you’ll start asking one day.  It’s the answer to all the questions you’ll ever ask and the reason you are here, wherever here may be.

This is an open letter to the boy I was and to the boy that will be again.  I’m not going to send this and the stamp won’t come but you’ll learn it anyway.  Against the odds and through the tears and through more laughter than you think one body can produce.  When you stop being you and turn into me and sit here alone looking back at the you you once were, pause, breathe and start writing this again.  You’ve written it once (and by once I mean a million times over and over and over again) and you will write it again.

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PERSONAL/ LETTER: DEAR ....I FEEL LIKE JUST GIVING UP TODAY

Dear……well, you all know who you are;

So many times in life there are people who cut you like a knife with every word or act and continue to do this on a regular basis.  It might be said that the person allowing the cutting needs some professional help for continually letting this behavior go on.  Professional help or a straw that breaks the camel’s back.  That straw has happened!  Take note, the time has come that all of this is going to stop!

I am officially taking back my life.  I no longer will cater to anyone’s whims and needs.  If you can’t reach me on my phone because it’s inconvenient to me, oh well.  I’m not going to be glued to it anymore. 

I do remember all the nice things said to me.  Thanks for that.  It was wonderful hearing what a beautiful, intelligent, wonderful person I was.  I loved hearing about how all the other women were idiots not to realize how fabulous I was.  I believe “soul mate” was a term you used.  Hours of conversation, lengthy e-mails spouting my virtues.  What happened?  One day you’re here and the next day, nothing.  All of the sudden I’m not what you thought.  My interests conflict with your beliefs.  I’m no longer good enough to talk to.  You’re just like all the other women who have talked to me from the dating sites I no longer subscribe to.  Hurtful.  Not honest. 

I’m no longer interested in looking for love.  It’s not out there.   I used to think I was a “good catch”.  I want to be a supportive, loving  partner. I don’t think I’m horrible to look at.  I’m not afraid to work to earn money.  I have a 401K and health insurance. I have a house. I thought someone would be lucky to have me.  But the “someones” that have come forward, seem to only be playing games with my heart. I’m no longer interested in putting effort into relationships of any kind that aren’t in my best interest.You want to be part of my life, act like it.  You want my attention, give me yours.  You want honesty, I expect it too. You want my love, love me too. I’m not trying anymore.

 My heart is hardening.  It’s not what I want.  I have tried so long to keep it open for all possibilities.  But this is what has to be to survive the many individuals who don’t really care about me.  Since my radar for spotting those who don’t really care is faulty, I need to look at people with a more objective eye. I’m not going to trust someone unless that person proves they are trustworthy.  No more benefit of the doubt.  Yes, I am a take care of kind of person.  It’s just that it’s time to take care of myself.

These are the new rules.  If you have a problem with them, I wish you a happy life.  I just won’t be part of it.


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PERSONAL/ LOVE: I NEED PRINCESS

I’m single. I’ve lived in New York all my life. I’m above average in looks. I work out. I have a great job. I socialize with friends who are great at what they do and love adventure. I also like my down time to read, watch movies, reflect, make stuff and cook. I’m looking for a lady to pamper.

I meet Princesses.

Princesses are OK, because I want to treat my lady well. But after a string of Princesses with no substance, I’m starting to wonder not when someone will treat me like a Prince, but simply when they will bring something more than expectations, guillotine-sharp judgment and self-protection to the table. Remember, Princesses are regal and exemplify the best…they deserve to have their cake and eat it too.

I don’t need much. I’d like my lady to come up with an idea for something she’d like to do now and then, rather than let me do all the work. I’d like a lady to be brave enough to tell me what they really think and feel about important stuff, not just bitch about their friends or talk about celebrities.

I’d like you to forgive me when I try to approach you and I can’t get it right on the first take. There are 95 million ways to approach you and I don’t have much to go on about which approach you prefer, and which approach may offend.

I’d like you to understand that I don’t just want to get in your pants. I want to find out what motivates you, what you believe in, what you’re sensitive about and what makes you roll around laughing. Just like you, I can get sex but I want to find someone special to share things with.

I look at the list you write about yourself and your potential partner on dating sites and I don’t want to fit into your cookie cutter. Don’t you want to find out what inspires me, who I am and not what criteria I fit? You’d be bored shitless with the guy that ticks all your boxes and you know it! Great body? Spends too much time at the gym. Independently wealthy? Is a cheapskate. Good family? They’re around all the time. Things are fluid and we are all evolving, including you.

When your next cookie-cutter boy doesn’t give you butterflies, remember the thrill in meeting someone new, learning about them, sharing and changing each other’s perspectives.  Risk falling in love, don’t just order out for it.  I have many facets, in some you may see your reflection but in others you may discover a whole new world – if you only let yourself see.

What happened to romance? I want you to see potential, and take yourself off the market for a few weeks so we can see if we have something here. I want to feel the excitement of wondering what I’ll learn about you on our next date, and not the fear that I’ll say something wrong and that will be the end of me. It takes time to get to know someone and to know what they mean when they say something ambiguous. So, let’s misread some things together and explore each other and wonder if things will go further. Or not.

Let’s  have sex while we get to know each other. But do me a favour and don’t have sex with other guys while we do.

If you want to cut down on the amount of suitors you have, then be honest but be sensitive. Learn to say no to guys, including me, who are interested in you but you don't really want to be in a relationship. “There will never be anything between us” doesn’t hurt as much as weeks and months of us trying to reinterpret ambiguous signals and work out where we went wrong. Tell us the truth. It’s your opportunity to be a compassionate individual rather than play me along to boost your ego. Respect begets respect.

One day I’ll meet someone that knows themself well enough to participate in a kickass partnership where we both can learn and grow together. And they would earn my pampering and devotion, and I would earn theirs. Until then, I’m stuck dancing for shallow Princesses on the singles conveyor belt with the other homogenized peacocks!

Come on, Ladies. Don’t we all deserve better than the current status quo?

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PERSONAL/ LETTER: DEAR GIRL

Dear Girl,

I feel that time has come for me to find my soul mate, my companion. I know you’re out there somewhere. Don’t worry, I’ll find you.

And when I do, I hope that you’ll love me because I’m a simple guy and not because of anything else. I hope you won’t get embarrassed when my clothes don’t match or be annoyed when I want to watch "Two and Half Men"'. I’ll run and call you the minute the show ends.. And I promise to never call you while you’re busy watching the rerun of your favourite season of F.R.I.E.N.D.S. or Desperate Housewives.

I hope that you will remember that I love the mindless comedies of Jim Carey as much as I love classics like Pursuit of Happyness and Juno.

I love reading, writing having long conversations, and also love taking long walks by the sea face. And if I cry in front of you in a movie, please don’t laugh at me. Please know that I am sensitive … in a manly, tough kind of a way.

I know that I am average looking guy, but I know that God has spent enough time giving me and my heart a big enough size to be able to accommodate all of this with a smile.

I pray that you’ll love me despite my tendency to forget birthdays, and if we happen to go out with your friends for dinner, please write their names really small on my hand so I can use it as reference. I’m a doctor and I love classical music and art. I also am a believer and mediation at least once a day. Hope you don’t find any of those very “uncool”.

Please know that I will constantly act strong and in control, but inside I am actually lost and confused. *(Just don’t tell my friends). Understand that loving each other means being together, but not all the time. We should never bail on our friends. Also understand that I may at times act jealous and overtly protective, but only because I have insecurities and not because you are doing anything wrong.

Please be honest with me without being hurtful.I promise to always be honest with you, because you deserve honesty. And I promise to open doors for you and buy your ticket when we go to the movies. Please let me do it, because it makes me feel nice. Not because I’m trying to put up a false show of chivalry for you to get impressed. *We can go Dutch when we eat out though.

And no, you’re not fat, or ugly. You don’t even need make up either. So don’t ever feel the need to ask any of the above. Oh, and don’t be upset if you’ve cut your hair and I don’t notice. I will love you even in Jeans and a T Shirt.

I hope you don’t think I’m asking too much of you. I just want to be happy making you happy. I’m coming to find you, so don’t go anywhere. Stay where you are, whoever you are. And by the way, my name’s Alex

Yours lovingly,

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PERSONAL/LOVE LETTER: DEAR LOVE

Dear Love,

I recall the first time I thought I experienced you. It was very early on, it started with a girl I had a crush on in the 6th grade..her name was Valerie, she was beautiful: light hazel eyes, dark hair and even some boob action at such a young age. This was also the first girl ever to break my heart by rejecting me.  I moved on to a girl more in my league (who also happened to be the first of the girls to wear a thong to school).

This was during college...this relationship was also short-lived,  another Valerie..(what's with girl name Valeries) as we parted ways shortly after, and she started dating someone older. These were my first two experiences with love, and I realize now it was because it seemed like the right thing to do.

Fast forward a bunch of years: medical school... losing my virginity, joining the mile high club, and even having sex in a taxi. There came my first true, real love. This relationship was a long one, filled with a lot of great moments, but life got in the way. She lost her job..moved back to Boston to take care of her dying mom.

Sure, the heartbreak was brutal, the depression did kick in, and so did countless short term relationship I had after her, but eventually I matured and settled down again. This time was with a girl that fell in love with me and wanted to make things very serious, to the point where I didn’t think I was ready for it. So I fled like any coward would, because it seemed too early and too fast to get that serious with someone, especially when I had so much going on in my life.

Lastly, and most recently, came a girl that decided to “500 Days of Summer” me. She was everything I ever thought I could want in a girl and I was ready to give her the world and then some. I never thought I could possibly experience love again after the previous hardships, but she showed me that indeed I could. She was perfect, until she couldn’t get rid of her current guy for me — so that was done.

This letter is for all of them, and all of your exes that you have had in your past that you might hate and hold a grudge against. I am here to tell you that you don’t have to. To the exes: you have broken hearts and especially mine. You have taken real emotions and turned them numb.  You have done the unthinkable, but in retrospect I must say thank you for all the bad you have done and the hurt you have caused, because you have made me a better person today.

But through all of these experiences, I have learned not only about this feeling called love, but also about myself. You have helped me grow as a person, understand things better and you have shaped me into the man I am today — someone with whom I couldn’t be happier.

You are even the reason why this blog exists, because after we broke up, I thought to myself, I needed to make something that would help time pass by faster and make you feel like shit after you see how successful I am. Sure many might spite their ex-girlfriends, but I am here today to thank them. I’m here to tell them that they have done a great job, even though they were pretty shitty.

Getting 500 days of Summer’d sucks, the only thing that I have learned from it is that you have to stop depending on other people to find happiness. I have realized that you have to find happiness within yourself, and then whomever you meet along the way is just a parallel to your happiness. That is the mistake people make: they think they need someone else to make them happy.

Anger is a natural result, but instead of letting the anger get to me, I channeled it into things that would actually benefit me in my life. Like writing and it’s brought me to where I am today.

Sure I’m alone, but I must be honest, I couldn’t be happier. I wouldn’t trade any exes for anything, because where I am in my life mentally and my current stature is incomparable. When that right person does come into my life, that is when I will take them seriously, but it is safe to say that “summer” has ruined it for many. It will be the George Clooney way for quite a while until I can afford Kate Upton.

Lastly, thank you for making me the person I am today, helping me to understand my emotions, understand my life and understand myself. Without you I would never have this knowledge, and trust me, I am way happier than all of you are today — because I am happy with my life and myself whereas all of you never were, Lastly, I wish you insight so that you can see yourself.

PERSONAL/LETTER: DEAR FUTURE GIRLFRIEND

Dear future girlfriend,

I always wonder how or when we’ll meet. Or if fate has been playing tricks on me and have always known you and I’m just too blind and/or stupid to notice. Whatever the case may be, I just want you to know that wherever the hell you are, I’m kinda sorta (not-so) patiently waiting for you.

But before we date, I think it’s fair for you to know who you’ll be dating.

I TALK A LOT. Most times, I will talk about things that might not interest you. Please feel free to butt in. I’d love that. Ask me things. Answer my questions, I have lots. Know that I also talk about the most nonsensical stuff. Just try and pretend to be interested, okay? I probably just want to keep you talking and hear your voice. I promise I will always listen to what you’re gonna say no matter how boring it is. Oh, and “uninteresting” and “stupid” are not the same, okay, so please be intelligently nonsensical.

I AM A HOPELESS ROMANTIC. Blame all the years of singlehood. I could stay in your place and watch DVD’s with you. You might get distracted because I will play with your hair, sniff you everywhere, and be busy memorizing your anatomy. Yes, I will do that instead of watching the movie. Please oblige when I ask you to hug me. I like hugs. Hugs are magical. Don’t get mad if I take candid photos of you. I will just store it in my laptop, stare at it and melt. No biggie. I also am gonna want to do cute and nice things for you because I like you. I’m gonna buy things for you that you probably won’t need because I feel like it. I’m thoughtful that way. Don’t feel obligated to buy me things back. I’m just being romantic is all. I might gonna try to cook for you and I want you to be honest on how it tastes. That’ll decide if I should cook again or not. But I probably will cook anyway. Oh, don’t hesitate to do cute things for me too, okay?

I HAVE MY OWN LIFE and am aware that you have yours too. I know we aren’t always gonna be together physically but that doesn’t mean we have to text/call each other all the time. I’m not saying don’t text me at all. It’s okay to check on me every once in a while because I will do that on you, too because I care for you. Just don’t do it every minute.

I CAN BE SHORT-TEMPERED SOMETIMES. I’m not expecting this relationship to be all heaven on earth. We’ll have rough times, too. Usually it’ll be about something dumb that probably won’t even matter the next day. But regardless how serious our argument is, never walk away mad. I never wanna stay upset with you, or you with me even for a day. If you ever feel like you’ve screwed it up beyond repair, let me take my time alone then wake me up in the morning singing either “Wake Me Up” or “Kiss Me” by Ed Sheeran outside my window. I promise to give you the best morning kiss ever—with morning breath, just-got-out-of-bed look, and all.

Most of all, before we date, know that you’re also about to date my imperfections and my insecurities; my constant need to feel appreciated and anxiety on what other people think of me. You are about to date someone that has no idea about dating thus trying out crazy things that he thinks may help in the relationship; someone who had been doubting if he’ll ever be loved; someone who had been waiting all his life.

But you are also about to date the way I smile whenever I see you; the way I always want you near; the way I long for you whenever we’re apart; the way I text you in the morning about how i want your PY in my mouth and wish you a nice day ahead; the way I blush, and get so excited whenever people ask me about you and how I stutter while telling them.

Before we date, I only ask three things:

1. When you hold me, hold me like you don’t wanna let go.

2. When you kiss me, kiss me like you’ve waited all your life to taste these lips.

3. If you love me, love me like it’s the only thing you ever wanna do.

Sincerely,

I am searching for my future wife/soulmate. Please stop by again.

PERSONAL/LETTER: THE SUN ACTIVATE MY MESSAGE TO THE UNIVERSE

I have done a lot of stupid shit to get woman in my life.

Of course I do realize the main thing I could do to get a girl I never ever do. Which is, like, be a little less crazy and submit to them and don't care if they aren't really nice..

I just can't do it. I really like how I am and who I am and the way I am. I completely understand that I'm not for everyone, and I think I'm even less obnoxious than I used to be and now even love myself enough that I'm probably ready to find a nice woman. Hooray!

But how do I do THAT? How do I actually find The One?

In desperation, I've decided to officially write a Letter to the Universe to find me a woman. I first read about somwhere that if you write exactly the qualities you want in Your Woman and put your letter up in your window, the force of the sun will activate the letter or something like that, and then presto you are fully married with babies.

Seems pretty foolproof.

Of course I probably also have to go on dates, too. The last "date" I went on was off that gnarly She wasn't really ready to get into a relationship ...and was just looking for sex. I kid you NOT.

So  how does that whole putting it out there to the universe thing and writing a letter to the sun work?

Well, the idea is that by developing a list of what you're LOOKING FOR it can be incredibly helpful because then you really synthesize your vision of what you're actually wanting in a mate. It's also important to know what your dealbreakers are.

Me? I'm a very spiritual person. I mediate every morning. It's the only part of my day that is an actual routine. But I tend to date atheists sometimes. I don't care. Whatever. Not a dealbreaker. I don't drink. Someone else does? Grand. I'm 5'7". You're a tall woman? Fine. Married? Well, I do draw the line there. Sorry, open married girl. Tall and skinny is perfect though.

Anyway, the reason coming up with the list of what you want is so important is that without it: You might just be settling for whoever comes your way and slings a compliment in your general direction. No. We do not want that. Let's think about what we really actually want, shall we?

It's worked for me in the past. Like. Wanted: Long-haired woman. Got: Long-haired woman.

Wanted: Know-it-all intellectual. Got: a female version of Mr Spock.

Now my list is even more specific. And I've put it up in the window! So according to what i read, my woman should be strolling up to me, saying, "Howdy and hello, Alex, and will you take me to be your lawfully wedded wifef" like seriously any second. The sun just needs to activate it and shit.

Dear Sun, please bring me all of this. And a big tits. Thank you.



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PERSONAL/LETTER: DEAR YOU AGAIN

Dear You again.,

Can I call you snowflake, Once we’re married I’m sure I’ll have all kinds of other nicknames for you. Certainly one of them will involve the word “pumpkin” because, obviously, pumpkin is the most fucking adorable word in the English language. 

But listen. There’s plenty of time to iron all that out later.

I’ve been thinking about this whole marriage thing a lot. The Universe has thrown us an unmistakable sign that we are each other’s destinies. But the thing is, I already have one failed marriage under my belt. . It’s really important that we do it right this time.

Considering that we haven’t met in person yet and that you don’t know I exist, I think it should jump right into this relationsihp. I can sense that if you were actually reading this, you’d be nodding your head slowly and thoughtfully, indicating your agreement. So thank you for that.

Unfortunately, you’re at a disadvantage in getting to know me, your future husband and father of your children. I’m not famous so you can’t just Google me — and we all know that Googling someone is an excellent way to get to know them.

That’s why I’ve decided to give you some one-stop shopping. I’ll compile everything you need to know about me right here on the old blog: past relationships, sex, divorce, all the things that make me tick … That way you can discover those tiny little details that will make you love me in the beginning — and that later will make you want to kill me in my sleep.

I’ll probably post things here al the time  I’m sure you, as my cosmically appointed soulmate, understand this. And I have to say, I think it’s pretty goddamn adorable that you’re already accepting me for me, even before you know who I am.

Because here’s the thing, Dating s is like shopping at the scratch and dent appliance store. You’re not gonna find something new and perfect. The best you can hope for is something where the dings only show from certain angles. I’m willing to show you my damage with the expectation that you’ll still want me anyway.

So let’s do this thing. Let’s make it fucking happen so we can live in eternal goddamn rapture together or some shit.

By the way, a few of my friends have offered to throw the wedding for us. I declined, as neither of us is a first-timer at this thang. I was thinking maybe a Justice of the Peace and then having some pizzas sent over to the corner suite at the Best Western. That work for you?

Rock on, future wife girl. Marital bliss, here we come.

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PERSONAL/LETTER: DEAR YOU

Dear You,

I will admit that sometimes I really do wonder if you exist.

There is a part of om every guy's heart that envisions his princess/slut.  

So many years into this life, however, and still unwilling to give my heart away, I am still that same little guy who hopes for his slutty little princess. And although I wonder why it has taken you this long to find here, I know that it is probably because meeting you will be better than any fairytale I could've read as a kid.

A couple of heartbreaks and a few years wiser though, I will admit that there are times when I question your existence. Because I have yet to meet the girl who makes me hear songs like All My Life or A Whole New World  in my head when I see her does not mean I don't hope that it'll ever happen.

I may already know you or may still meet you someday something I leave completely up to God because I'm pretty sure our story will be epic.

However, I can't promise you that I'd make the world's most perfect prince. In fact I'll probably keep you on your toes and amuse you with my eccentricities. there are a lot of them. I can promise to be your best friend however that person you can rant to after a rough day, the hand you can hold when you get sad, or the person you can text when situations get awkward.

I'll probably mess up your hair sometimes and hug you for too long, but that'll only be because I absolutely adore you. I'll cook your favorite food on your birthday and try my best to make friends with your dad

I?ll know the difference between giving you space and being constantly there for you?even if it means sitting and playing video games with you or taking hot chocolate runs when it rains.

I'll listen to your music and we'll go on epic adventures together seeing the world, taking awesome pictures, eating awesome food, and never running out of things to tell each other along the way.

You will be that someone to make goofy faces with in pictures, You'll be the girl who takes me the way I am and will laugh as I burst into Disney song 

You'll be that someone I envision a future with us filling out visa forms as we travel the universe, picking out our first dog together and arguing about what to name it, or being snap-happy stage parents in our preschooler's annual mini-plays. And I keep hoping that maybe someday when we find each other, you will become that someone whose smile I wake up to in the morning and the last one I speak to every night.

So to the woman I know does exist, and who will help me maybe make sense of the world someday, this woman I can't wait to love. Please know that I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you. But for now, I wait. Fingers crossed and palms held together, I hope that you're out there somewhere, waiting for me, too.

With the hope I will be yours for always,

Me

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PERSONAL: SIMPLY EMBRACING LIFE

An open letter to those who love me. (And who care to read)


"Jump. Leap. Embrace. Experience. Feel. Hope. Relinquish. Forgive. Love!"

For the past year I have yearned for a life of adventure. I have molted. I have shed insecurities and gained strength. I have become more self aware. I have learned to Love better. I have not lost myself. I have not become easily swayed. I have not lost intention.

With this new person I am forming I have chosen a path that is exciting and new. Doubt isn't allowed here. Critical thinking is a constant but it is coupled with loving kindness.

For once in my entire life I am jumping in. Embracing what will come. Experiencing something I deserve. Allowing myself to feel all the lovely, sweet, wonderful feelings. Letting hope fill the air and permeate my home. I am relinquishing all fear and breaking the walls. I am forgiving the past and only looking forward to the future. And I am absolutely and completely in-LOVE

Life is this crazy mix of wonder and hurt. Both are inevitable. But to guard against either one and not allow them their due course in your life is to deprive oneself.

I am learning to embrace it all. Heartbreak from lost friends. Hugs from my nephews. A first Kiss. A text from a friend that makes me smile. Misunderstandings that lead to tears. ALL OF IT!

I do not go into any of it with a notion that life will be perfect or that it will be easy. I am simply embracing the option to open myself up. Completely.

I am starting a new journey. It is weird and fast and splendidly amazing. I love those who love me but want you to know I will be ok. I am strong and wise and can get through a lot. Especially because I have people like you who care so much.

But I beg of you to trust me. Know that I do not enter into anything without thinking. Thinking is what I do. But along with that is a heart of whimsy. An adventureous spirit and a longing for a story to tell. I am writing my story and this chapter is going to be fantastical, I promise.

"...Living is Grand."

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LOVE:MY RESISTANCE IS OVER

I dream of you nightly. I think of you daily,  How can  I not write this letter to celebrate how very special you are to me?  I’m compelled to do so…

Such wonderful intimacy we share, no covering up, complete vulnerability. To possess such passion and desire within, to experience such intimacy with someone…  is intoxicating.

We both have questioned the norm in this relationship because it exceeds all expectations and boundaries.  What a joy it is to make love to each other passionately. What joy we take in discovering the pleasures of each other’s bodies. Sex between you and I makes us feel alive, it lets the other know how much we cherish them , it’s exciting and thrilling to know that we desire each other so much.  Your kisses are like the breeze whispering over my lips. Gentle, fluttering, soft… at other times, they’re demanding and stormy…and always, always, equally passionate. I feel breathless and yet so alive.

It’s magical to be with a woman who feels the same as I. When we’re in the backyard and the need for each other becomes too intense, we make love with abandon . When we’re in the ocean kissing, you had no qualms about slipping me inside of you and letting the waves takes us to the brink of ecstasy. If we are driving somewhere and I'm aroused, I want to pull over so I can pleasure you with my mouth, taste you, devour you…

When I need to cum I want you to sense that urgency and take me, bring me to the very depths  of carnal pleasure.  I love knowing that I’m with a woman I can masturbate in front of;  touch myself for both my enjoyment and your visual pleasure.  One-sided, both sides…it’s all good. I don’t care what is normal for other people , I only know that I am so connected to you, so “one” with you that I want to make love every day,  I need it as I need air to breathe or eight hours of sleep each day. Insatiable lust, unparalleled desire, we have so much chemistry together that “normal” has been redefined.

Making love with you is exquisite, sensuous.I’m imagining you in bed beside me now. Reaching over, cupping your breast. Fondling your nipple as it grows hard….I’m imagining kissing your mouth. Oh how sexy your mouth is…I get transported to another place when I kiss your mouth. Our tongues touch ever so lightly. Our lips are just barely grazing each other, and that wonderful delicious fire is rapidly spreading through my body.

As we kiss, I do what comes so naturally when I’m in your arms; I want to open your legs a little. I can feel your pussy getting wet and the urgency in me is already building. I am on top of you now, kissing you ever so gently. Teasing you with my lips. I open your legs a little wider as you feel the hardness of my manhood pressing against you

I feel myself growing more aroused as ever so gently I reach down and touch your labia, gently opening you. tease at your pussy lips exploring and opening your dripping cunt but not touching your pleasure center.

I whisper, “I want you,  I want to be inside of you “  But despite my pleading, you tell me “not yet my love, I want to enter that sweet pussy of yours and have you cum all over my cock. I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked.I want to feel your pussy milk me, want to feel that tight little snatch convulsing on my rod.” I continue trailing kisses down your throat, igniting the fire within your soul…

And finally, finally, you whisper “NOW I'm  ready baby” as I plunge my rock hard manhood deep inside you.

Instantly it starts happening, You go over the precipice and wave after wave engulfs your steaming pussy. You feel yourself squirting all over my beautiful cock with every deep thrust  that I give you. And finally my body stops jerking and spasming and there it is, that smile….the smile that tells you how satisfied I am, how much passion you’ve tapped into and released in you. How alive and manly I feel in your arms.  How I feel made love to like never, ever before….

The wonderful thing about us is that you’re also my best friend. The first person I think of when I have news to share. The first person I think of when somethings bothering me. The woman who’s opinion I want. The woman who treats me as a prince should be. You’re the woman I laugh with. Oh what fun we have together!What a wonderful combination of friends and lovers…unquelled passion , true companionship…

This is how it should be when you’re in love with someone. Every little thing I want to bounce off of someone comes to you.   I want to see things and do things with you that we haven’t experienced so far , I want to experience every little thing life has to offer, with you by my side.

I am so, so grateful for the gift that is you. THANK YOU for being wonderful you.



PART 2

Whispering fingertips across my skin, leaving trails of regret for what will be missed. Sparks ignite with each wandering up my arm to my shoulder, an imploring whimper to not kiss me on the spot between my shoulder and spine. The spot that makes me want to give in, the spot that make me want to taste your kisses.

The weight of your body atop of mine, cloth that covers, confines and traps. Purposeful refrain. My cock pulsing into you, felt but not tasted. Longings not fulfilled, fault lines not traced. I let the time slip. Another year.

Will I regret what never happened?

In my bed empty, warm surrounded by cold, the wind blows through cracks, the wind forces the aloneness to consume. My mind maps out all the routes that lead back to my bed, were aloneness becomes coiled, wet breathed, hot burst of angst energy that overtakes the others loneliness. Your lack of sensual truth and my bull shit expectations burst forth from our tongues in debate, meaningless words pour from my tongue dripping in a trickle from my chin to your eager open mouth. Fluid exchange.

My head tilted to the side, cradled in too much pillow- a gaze into you, so close your smell is intoxicating and sober in one. Walking the steps of your body, my fingers learning (or relearning), the curves, the folds,the creases- the touch that will make you sigh and twist around to expose the softness of your underbelly . A tortuous invitation.

The temptation of a slut lulled into the rocking stiffening motion only a cock like mine can give. Turning my head back into the pillow, I don’t watch, because I know, it’s too late.

I feel your soft skin drag across the length of my arm, like your fingertips, the sensation sends a vibration through my entirety. I want more. Turning my head from the mass of pillows to face you, to watch you complete the trail to my lips. Looking at each other, it’s easy to see the defeat, the lust, the pieces missing from my failed relationship before, my weakness that stems from my dick to my mouth, the glinting drip forming your pussy, and the love.

Without compunction my mouth parts, my tongue wants that drop, I need to have that memory of your taste. Fluid exchange. Your pussy responds to my tongues lick,. Sliding into and out of you, feeling the walls, and that make your pussy contracts for more.

It’s over, my resistance is over.



PART 4

My darling,

The single thought of you, gives me this sudden urge to be with you and to enjoy the sweetness of your soft skin and your exhilarating odors. I mean, the smell of your breath, the smell of the sweat under your arm pits and the exciting aromas harbored between your beautiful, gorgeous tights. But just the thoughts of you are not good enough. I want you with me as soon as possible, so that we can repeat the eternal ritual of bathing you with my tongue and rediscover every single one of those fragrances. I want to repeat that delicious route of kissing you, starting with the back of your neck, only to stop at the precise moment when you hold my head, keeping me from reaching your knees.

I want to be with you and celebrate you presence with simple caresses; the kind of caresses that would go unnoticed if they were done in the middle of the street, in broad day light, but gain a different meaning and dimension when they are done by the candle light or in the semi-darkness of the bedroom.

I want to be with you now and forever. May soul was caught by your affection and your body lightens up mine. I want to smell all the pours of your skin, as if you were a garden in bloom and my lips had taken the shape of a hummingbird. My darling, loved and adored one, I miss you so much. In your body, I want to sense the smell of nature, like the force and the energy you can sense in the woods after summer rain.

A kiss from yours



PART 5

My darling,

I want you at all times. Sometimes I wish I could have you glued to me, well kept in my body like a tattoo or a piercing. I would like to feel you very close to my skin, making my hair stand on end at every hours of the day, as if I could feel the warm breeze of the sea.

I want you more and more.Whenever you want me, I’ll be with you. Next to you, under the covers, glued to your soft body, and willing to satisfy your most secret wishes, and also those your shinny, naughty little eyes can’t hide, much as you try to disguise it.

Every time you want me, I’ll be by your side. I’ll be turning you into the most spoiled (licked and kissed) pussycat in the world). And it’s not only because I love you; it’s because you are beautiful and elegant like a cat; when we make love, you can almost copy the same excruciating moans of those little naughty pussy cats that enjoy the moonlight on the roof tops.
You don’t even have to show me your claws, because, every time you let your hair down, it reminds me of a cat’s tale ready to receive her male. You always remind me a cat raising her hips and meowing with pleasure. That’s why I always want to be with you, because I feel like the ideal “animal” to invade your magnificent, flexible body and extract the best it has to offer.
I love penetrating you. And feel your little eyes close, your pubic hair standing and your tights opening to receive what you like the best, that part of my body you love the most, the part that gives you the most pleasure, that makes you feel like the most cared and loved pet in the planet.
Pussycat, it doesn’t matter if it’s not full moon tonight. Today, I just want you to know that I can’t wait to make you feel like the most loved pussycat in this world, be it lying on soft pillows or in the dark alleys of the big cities.

A kiss from




PART 6

The heat of my body is alive with anticipation from the thought of your touch...the taste of your lips...the feeling of your skin against mine. All I have are these ideas as I lay down at night....the solace of my bed a reminder that it's all hope that I breath on. Imagining your single touch sets my soul on fire....my insides weak with recognition of the long lost emotions you'd invoke from me. The lonely ache that comes from it when I see it's only in my mind....the yearning to just want you near...to feel your touch as affirmation thatyou're really out there. Knowing i'll melt when your eyes look into mine....I can feel your hands caress a breath away...wanting so much to just feel alive again in your arms. Like an addiction my soul searches for you...for what have been seeking....needing...to just feel you close to me...

Most of these things undefinable...but there ...growing deep in the heart of me..is a tidal wave of rich emotion. Emotions in me I thought long lost...growing feelings in me I didnt think would ever be found...
Making me alive again...complete

Yet theres a fear welling up in me like a slow tidle wave...fear of rejection...losing myself...losing you...that it's hopeless to need and want you to have all these feelings, all the same affection and yearning...and the fear of heartbreak...how so fragile i am...
Are you really out there...?Am I just wasting away in hope?
And if i fell for you....would you be there to catch me.....?


PART 7

Last night I woke in beads of sweat after dreaming of us. In it we found ourselves in total abandon, writhing in passion. We were enjoying the hot summer day on the beach when suddenly a beautiful tropical rain started to pour. Your sundress got soaked while we struggled to stay sheltered under a palm tree. I then felt your lips teasing my earlobes as I gently tugged on the buttons of your dress. My heart started to pound. I swear it was louder than the thunder overhead.

I trailed kisses down the side of your neck and would stop slowly as I nibbled your skin, while my hands cupped your breasts. My thumb teased your nipple and You gasped as I felt this torment between your thighs. All you could do was surrender to this wanton longing to be one. You pressed my body closer to yours. I was thrilled that you felt exactly as I did.

There may have been a storm drowning your moans of pleasure, but the storm raging inside me was stronger! As I awoke, I knew I had to tell you how much I want you. I can’t wait until tomorrow, when I know my dream will pale in comparison to the fire that will consume us both.

This letter may come as a surprise to you, but I needed to tell you that, when we make love I feel our bodies performing like a true orchestra. Every sound and every movement are in tune and there is harmony in every gesture; everything is in place and I feel in harmony with the entire universe.

Our bodies are instruments of mutual pleasure. The seldom times I open my eyes, I have a glimpse of our shadows on the wall and it looks like a dance. Our movements are precise and our souls are so light, as we give ourselves to one another.

The sensation of fulfillment I experience when I am inside of you is unforgettable. The desire of having you more and more is beyond any explanation. I wish those movements never ended and that I remained forever in your body. But because those moments always come to a finish, there is no other option but to repeat them.

I want us to dance to this music. I want to feel that unshakable harmony that happens every time our skins touch. I want you forever and always. I need you, urgently!

Yours body and soul,


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