Have you ever written a love letter?

Have you really thought about your heart, what it wants to say to the one you love, have you tried to put pen to paper to get all your feelings in order and send it out not knowing how it will be received?

It's scary isn't it?

If you're honest with yourself, even if the loved one rejects you, and you're crushed, you'll find in the long run you are better for it. Those unsaid words and feelings burn inside and eat away at you if you don't let them be free. Those feelings can warp your perceptions, cause you to take the safer paths leading you to a future that isn't the one intended for you.

Has anyone ever sent you a great love letter? What was one thing in the letter that sticks out in your mind? I know it must be a hard question. I'm trying to think about it myself. I've had some great ones, but then the same people that wrote those later wrote me hate letters. It hurts when love is taken back, but is it possible really? To take back love? When you turn off a light, it gets dark, but the light isn't returned to the source.

Once when I was young, I was told hate was only love twisted, love that had been rejected or declined. I don't believe true love is anything other than love. It's one thing. One energy. I have had love letters written by the same hand as a hate letter, but I'd like to think only on the love letters. I wonder if you keep their love letters in a box, or all tied together with a string and a bow like I do? Is it hidden on the top shelf of your closet? Is the bundle of letters wrapped in fine fabric and hidden all snug in a drawer of undergarments next to the potpourri, I know it's so personal.

I think of the great love letters that are found when people die, the heartbreaking loves in history, the works of art that were in a way love letters and how they speak not only to those who were intended to receive it, but the Millions that hear the song, see that painting, read the book, or watch the film in an old cinema. Everything and anything can be a love letter. And those thoughts of love, years and even centuries later, can still change us.

It sometimes feels like I'm in an all night dinner, it's raining outside and I'm in a booth and you have come to join me, to tell me about things like this, the love letters you have saved. You slide a stack of letters across the table and show me, I pull the twine, the knot of the bow comes undone, I read the crazy letters, the ones written by those you hardly knew, the ones written by those that loved you, but you didn't love back, the ones written by lovers that hurt you and begged your forgiveness, but you hold the sweet love letters from the one you loved and still love to your breasts and only paraphrase their messages. These you won't share with me. Their codes are keys only for the lock on your heart. These secret notes, these mission statements of the heart, these commandments written with a finger of fire from a burning heart on a tablet of pulp to you are kept to yourself and only hinted at their depth by the twinkle in your eye and the crooked smile that tries so hard to be hidden on your beautiful face. We smile at each other and nod knowingly as shadows of rain from the window pour down our faces like tears.

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