Love Letter

January 28, 2009

I decided to write you a love letter.

So here it is, my love letter to the partner who hasn’t come yet. I was listening to In a Big Country today, which always reminds me of two things-how the heart can soar, and my friend Tara, because she soars as well.

I love that when I’m baking or sorting pennies, you know to ask what’s wrong. I love that you know when I’ve been crying, just because my eyes seem a bit too shiny. My heart feels like your heart is an advent calendar; when its good or the timings right, I open a little door, and inside is a chocolatey goodness of your soul I get to see, taste, and hold. When you are embarrassed, I don’t say anything, or I move gently after that, so you know that I haven’t forgotten. There’s a moment when I walk into a room, and I’m not sure if you are there or not, but I feel a happy kind of prick on my neck. Its the same moment when I wake up, when I get you a gift, or leave you a surprise. Its the moment when my dearest friend meets you for the first time. A wild flutter, a drifting sense of panic, and a rush of steady excitement.
If anyone were to harm you in word or gesture, I fantasize about how I would stand up for you. But the good news is, I never need to do that, because I’m a pacifist, and because everyone loves you.

You have trouble sometimes, facing down a subject that doesn’t make sense to you. You rage against the stupidity, the bad luck, and the course of Fate. You aren’t afraid of me, you are afraid of these things and how they affect the abundance around you. You care enough about all manner of things, but don’t over-do it. With me, you are Equal, shrewd, fiercely loyal, and caring beyond measure. You trust me. all through the tunnels.

I used to think that words were like keys in doors. The right key could open any sentiment. Now I know that people also speak as loudly with their actions. Though this is my way, the word to the page, I accept that you will find your own way, to tell me what’s core.

Thank you. For that one time. and that other time. And the next time, that we learn, grown, celebrate, travel, and support.
You know where to find me.
With Love
As Always,
Promise

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