I think of you as a code to be broken, or as a puzzle to be cracked. Or a jigsaw puzzle, to be put together. I walk through your life, and I stand motionless at the edge of my own. My gestures – statuesque, precise – are too often misinterpreted. I want you. I do not doubt this.
4 thoughts on “A Love Letter”
Wow!!! I have a couple of books of famous love letters and I go all ‘Roxanne’ reading Cyrano’s letters when I peruse that book. And to think I was born in THIS day and age of the Britney Spears’ comeon: “Hey, yur keyoot! Let’s git married”…
Granted I have dated some guys that write a killer love letter, but they are no Mr. Darcy and have NO staying power romantically. It’s fairly hopeless for this hopeless romantic in this day and age. I would probably swoon over a fellow sending me a LOLcat macro…it has become that quiet on this western front.
At least some folks had someone like the Mr. Gaiman above to get letters from…ahhh.
If and when I get a letter from Leonard Cohen, will you be here to clean up the post-explosion mess?
Maitri, I will die of jealousy. Leonard Cohen = OMG.
On our first anniversary, Mr. BuggyQ gave me two cards he made using pictures of us (one from the wedding, another on a mountaintop). One quoted Maya Angelou: “Life loves to be taken by the lapel and told: “I’m with you kid. Let’s go.” I swooned.
The second he wrote himself: “Roses are red, violets are blue. You married me. My poetry sucks.”
He’s a romantic, just not a linguistically gifted one. And honestly, given the choice between him and Neil Gaiman, I’d have a hard time choosing…but I’d end up with Mr. BuggyQ.
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