Luna,
I thought I would take some time
this afternoon to write you an email. I will text and bounce communiques
back and forth, but my home is in the written word. I enjoy the
open-ended pastures of paper or a keyboard much more than emoticons, but feel
free to text (most of the time it suits modern life I just like this format as
well.)
Some part of me longs for a time of
mailed letters and the intentional correspondence of ink on the page. [I
had a pen-pal for like six years through part of high school and college.
The idea that email or cell phones just obliterate the loveliness of
letter writing absent the discipline of avoiding the instant communication of
modern paradigms is a sad sacrifice for the greater bounty.]
I like where this feels like it is
heading. I feel like we are two people with layers. If time allows
the blossom there is intrigue in my ear and the borders of my tongue to
converse with you. I feel a commensurate space in the intricacies of who
you might be and the passion and investments you appear to have made to be the
woman standing and listening by walls and peering outward. The potential
is pleasant like the radiant heat from a kiln.
I enjoy the substance of knowing
another completely and the reciprocal in their awareness and understanding of
me. I value those relationships as rare, crafted as close as one can get
to God and purpose and reverberate in this universe. I write that because
that type of intimacy is what I am ultimately seeking in my life. Those
things develop or not in time as all plants begin as a seed.
I write that because I do not wish
to startle or to prompt any fear on your end. I am a deep man and you
seem to sway a commensurate personal standard for contemplation. I like
that. It feels like part of who you innately are. In my life that
analytical splint has been both beast of pleasure and burden yoking me to
seeing both the greater spectrum and isolation.
We just met. I have no idea
where this is going to go, but I am hopeful. I am happy I am getting to
know you. I know we all have stories and whatever you wish to share with
me my empathy is present like a bowl, listening, holding for the moment, not
judging, but grateful in reflection as those words return to you coated in the
embrace from another human that you were heard. Those human nuances are
big with me. The details, the subtleties, the facial expressions, the
connections of past swirling in the present, I tend to pick up on those more
than the average cat.
Traditionally I am more of the
watcher, the listener, than the speaker. I tend to share everything with
those closest to me and little with the grocery-store people. I may
ramble or start on some metaphor or play with sarcasm or cultural reference like
dabbing paint in conversation to flow with the moment. I get that from my
dad. A lot of that is because my head rarely shuts off. That’s one
reason I do yoga.
I wrote some poems recently
reflecting on things so far. Sometimes I write pieces reflecting on an
actual experience. I wrote one on our first meeting and another on
Wednesday night, I thought I would share that one with you to not make this
letter too long and leave a manner of introduction to my writing style.
Peace,
Severus
Luna
7/13
To: Severus
Your writing is absolutely beautiful
and I am quite touched at the details in your poetry. Thank you.
I find myself, at times, having
difficulty expressing how I feel, the contemplative mind...
When writing or typing, I find myself
rambling, thus I will keep this brief. Also, it takes me a very long time to
finish emails, I think I started this one an hour ago. I get distracted.
I hope you had a lovely weekend and
I will talk with you soon.
Luna
Text in: 7/18: 4:56 pm Vietnamese
tomorrow at 2
Text out: 7/18: 7:45 pm See you
there; drinking beer with my dad, have a fun night
Text out : 7/19 9:44 pm: Hope you
had a nice nap. I enjoyed lunch &
getting to know you better. You looked
great. The glitter suits you. Best wishes dancing tonight
Text in: 7/19 10:36 pm: Thank
you, I enjoyed the time with you as well.
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