I just recently revisited some letters penned to me that I had saved from the early 2000’s. They were beautiful in there sentiment, thoughtful in their presentation, and honest in there attempt to form a connection that extended beyond the telephone conversation, or email.
They are, (and don’t ask me why I didn’t realize it then) love letters of the most profound kind. Vulnerable, prosaic, philosophical, and at times even poetic. Photo’s were sent, instead of scanned, the details and efforts were obvious even in the choice of paper selected. Having re-read these letters over 18 years later, I know him better now then I knew him then. I had forgotten what an important time that was in my life, and never truly understood how much that connection meant to me.
I have never forgotten him, and to this day, even though we have no direct contact, I have followed his career from afar.
It’s nice to be reminded that I too had been involved with some quite intelligent, passionate, and sensitive, men in my life.
When was the last time you found yourself immersed in love letters past or present? -tM