I’ve been thinking lately about letters, longhand, and how no one seems to write them anymore. So I’m going to do this: I’m going to write to you. Maybe not every day, and maybe not until we die, but today, at least.
The first thing to do in the writing of any letter is to gather one’s thoughts. I have problem with this, as you may have figured out by now. My brain is a confusing place, even to me. I’m not good at sentimental, over-bearing emotional writing. I’m good at raw writing; I have a few little ‘rants’ saved on my computer about a number of different things that bug me. But to write down my deepest thoughts about—well, about you—is hard! Harder than I thought it would be.
Here is my best attempt.
Now, though, I’m beginning to see the side of you that I don’t think many people get to see. I’m getting to know who you are and who you want to be; who you were and who you will be. I
As my mom told me, ‘when you find the one, you won’t have to work at it.’
I hope she’s right, because I’m going to keep waiting until I don’t have to work any longer.
Love?,
Me
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