A short letter to LOVE
Dear Love,
I don't really want anything, and I know I could've just sent you an email with the usual "hi", "sup", "hope you're doing well", etc., but I decided to write instead. You know, these days nobody (me included) takes the time to sit down and WRITE a real letter, whatwith the technological necessity of email, text messaging, etc.
I wanted to take a minute to tell you that I MISS YOU. It seems like we hang out with each other in spurts, and then, for some unexplained reason, we end up on opposite sides of the fence. Now, when we spend time together it is the greatest. I always have a good time and vow to do everything I can to keep you around. My mood elevates, my belief in my abilities are never stronger, and I am sooooo productive. You encourage me without having to say a word. You make life sooo easy and bearable. You know me inside and out, even though sometimes I try to hide myself around you.
Of course, the other side of the coin is that when you're not around I feel smaller, moodier, less able. I feel disgusted at myself for once again allowing you to slip through my fingers and at the same time feel helpless to prevent you from doing so. I try to figure out where we parted ways so that if you come back around to play, I can steer clear of our point of departure. I don't understand everything about you, but I'm willing to try. I don't always see you pulling away from me, and sometimes by the time I do you are out the door.
I know everybody wants to be your friend; everybody wants you to be a part of their life and it seems as though you spread yourself thin at times, trying to be everything to everybody all the time. That kind of schizophrenia would drive me crazy. But that's one of the things that so amazing about you; you seem to be so fluid (and elusive) at the same time. You can breeze into anyone's life at any minute, make a grand entrance and instantly become a friend of the family, someone they feel like they've known forever. I wish I had that kind of finesse.
Anyway, I wanted to let you know that if you ever decide to come back and hang out- even for a little while- I will definitely be here. I will clear my schedule and we can just sit and talk; or we can go to brunch on Sunday and pass around sections of The New York Times just like we used to do. We can walk through the arboretum and take digital memories of the day or go to the lighting of the Rockefeller Center Christmas tree. Remember how much fun that used to be? Remember how we used to laugh at people scrambling for chocolates and balloons on Valentine's Day (though I suspect that secretly we both would have liked to have been the recipients of those chocolates)? Remember how we used to commemorate our union every year? It always seemed strange to me that we couldn't make it past the third year. My friends always say that you are good for me- they see me smile more, they feel my positivity more, they like when you come around.
Its often said that you know someone for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. I'm hoping that I know you for at least two of the three. Drop by when and if you get a chance, it'll be good to see you again.
Your boy,
chad g.
I don't really want anything, and I know I could've just sent you an email with the usual "hi", "sup", "hope you're doing well", etc., but I decided to write instead. You know, these days nobody (me included) takes the time to sit down and WRITE a real letter, whatwith the technological necessity of email, text messaging, etc.
I wanted to take a minute to tell you that I MISS YOU. It seems like we hang out with each other in spurts, and then, for some unexplained reason, we end up on opposite sides of the fence. Now, when we spend time together it is the greatest. I always have a good time and vow to do everything I can to keep you around. My mood elevates, my belief in my abilities are never stronger, and I am sooooo productive. You encourage me without having to say a word. You make life sooo easy and bearable. You know me inside and out, even though sometimes I try to hide myself around you.
Of course, the other side of the coin is that when you're not around I feel smaller, moodier, less able. I feel disgusted at myself for once again allowing you to slip through my fingers and at the same time feel helpless to prevent you from doing so. I try to figure out where we parted ways so that if you come back around to play, I can steer clear of our point of departure. I don't understand everything about you, but I'm willing to try. I don't always see you pulling away from me, and sometimes by the time I do you are out the door.
I know everybody wants to be your friend; everybody wants you to be a part of their life and it seems as though you spread yourself thin at times, trying to be everything to everybody all the time. That kind of schizophrenia would drive me crazy. But that's one of the things that so amazing about you; you seem to be so fluid (and elusive) at the same time. You can breeze into anyone's life at any minute, make a grand entrance and instantly become a friend of the family, someone they feel like they've known forever. I wish I had that kind of finesse.
Anyway, I wanted to let you know that if you ever decide to come back and hang out- even for a little while- I will definitely be here. I will clear my schedule and we can just sit and talk; or we can go to brunch on Sunday and pass around sections of The New York Times just like we used to do. We can walk through the arboretum and take digital memories of the day or go to the lighting of the Rockefeller Center Christmas tree. Remember how much fun that used to be? Remember how we used to laugh at people scrambling for chocolates and balloons on Valentine's Day (though I suspect that secretly we both would have liked to have been the recipients of those chocolates)? Remember how we used to commemorate our union every year? It always seemed strange to me that we couldn't make it past the third year. My friends always say that you are good for me- they see me smile more, they feel my positivity more, they like when you come around.
Its often said that you know someone for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. I'm hoping that I know you for at least two of the three. Drop by when and if you get a chance, it'll be good to see you again.
Your boy,
chad g.
posted by chad g.- the misanthrope at 6:17 PM
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