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Tell me what you think of my Xmas Love Letter
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| davinox |
this is to my girlfriend, whom i have been going out with for a year. i hope it reminds you of your loved ones on this christmas holiday, whether they be family, friends, or significant others.
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Nicole,
I never fell in love with you.
What happened from the moment I saw you, from the moment we spoke our first bit of small talk, to soon sit dangling on the edge of each other’s spaces, wanting to place ourselves in the same realm as each other, from the moment our attraction gave into excitement, which then gave into passion, which then gave into love—never, never along this course of joy and tenderness, of filling, piece by piece, the holes that ached to be filled inside me, along this journey together, never did I fall.
Those who fall in love are crushed and helpless, happy but not content, but never am I helpless with you. Instead, Nicole, you lift me up and into love. I did not need love when I met you, nor do I need love now, but without you, without your love, I am not full, I am not warm, I am not complete. Like a band-aid to my wounds, if you were ever ripped away from me, my hurt would swell and I’d plead for your return, but never, never would your departure plunge me into a worse condition then before I met you.
Actually, come to think of it, I did fall in love with you. Last year, during the winter week in Wisconsin, cooped up in a stale-aired hotel room, I fell and fell hard. I was vulnerable; I had delusions that you would break up with me. I needed you, needed you desperately, and yet I was scared to have you.
I poured my anxiety onto the blank of my computer screen, typing away fabricated fears and doubts, hitting “send” in misery. I expected a retaliatory message, a message equally filled with doubt and concern. Instead, you sent me your reply—carefree, tender, and uplifting.
I was lifted.
I could sit and talk for hours of your tenderness, the way your face glows with love when I hold you, and we’re swimming in kisses and smiles, our faces buried in each other’s, your large, blooming eyes twinkling and lids slowly, lovingly pressed down, batting like a mother’s arm to stroke her child. I could write about you beauty, describe detail after detail your soft fine hair as it bounces around you, your smile pouting across your face and those big, blue wildflower eyes blooming out at me, my gaze tip-toeing down to the curves of your soft, sloped body, arching gracefully as I touch it, or back up to the breadth of your face as I press against the warmth of your lips. The physical, tangible wonders you possess, the graceful way you love me, is obvious (though never over-said.)
Nevertheless, it is your personality—to use the word reluctantly, your spirit—that I most tenderly love. It is the constitution of who you are and how it fits so well against me, it is the way you fill me up and the way I fill you up in return, that makes me hold you tighter, that makes me long to see you on cold, lonely nights.
Sometimes I forget how close we fit, and I’ll find myself nagging of food or driving, or this or that. Such idiocy occurs when I forget that the times I will hold you, the times I will share a love with you, are finite. It’s hard to think of things fading away, hard to think that all good things must come to and end, and the end seems always distant but never really is. The love that we share, Nicole, is precious, and it would be foolish to let frustration and disappointment in little daily trifles tarnish our moments together. This is what I constantly tell myself, and what spurred me to write this.
I love you Nicole. I love you; I love you; I love you. I love myself, I love life and I love thinking and understanding life, and it is unbelievable that I can say it, but I think I love you more. This is serious and true. I believe strongly in the individual human experience; I believe that it’s the most important thing in one’s purpose, that your experience is ultimately your own and should be the focus of your life, that you should ponder and think it through, searching for beauty and knowledge. This is what I am trying to do with my life, in my own way. And yet, I would give my life for you. I would give up my experience if yours would instead be taken. I do not say this out of weakness; I will not sacrifice my needs and pleasure as some token of love without reason. You have not made me fallen, made me weaker. You have made me stronger, more complete, and I cannot say that enough. Even if we separate, I will still be far better off, far more complete, than before I met you.
They say you only have one first love, and thank you Nicole for giving me a love that’s mutual, that makes me stronger, happier, and more complete.
(And yes, I used those three adjectives again.)
Love always,
David |
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| DigiNut |
Honestly? I think it's a little bit much. It sounds kind of confused. I'm trying to imagine reading that from a girlfriend, and I think I'd be furrowing my eyebrows trying to understand what the message is.
If you're going to write a love letter, I think maybe it should be more straightforward and to the point.
But, that's just one man's opinion. |
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| davinox |
| quote: | Originally posted by DigiNut
Honestly? I think it's a little bit much. It sounds kind of confused. I'm trying to imagine reading that from a girlfriend, and I think I'd be furrowing my eyebrows trying to understand what the message is.
If you're going to write a love letter, I think maybe it should be more straightforward and to the point.
But, that's just one man's opinion. |
really? that's odd, i found it pretty clear, although i've gotten comments that my writing is hard to understand. :D |
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| NooKLeaR |
deep man, deep. *snaps fingers*
Best part was the part about the Band-aid. |
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| BTG |
| don't send the letter. |
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| THE_Chris |
Nicole,
I want to you.
Love always,
David |
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| LoCa |
Well i think it's great! :)
And credit goes to you for actually posting that here :)
I'm sure your girlfriend will love the letter! |
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| SuperFarStucker |
While you don't exactly digress from the topic you do kind of "over-indulge" on the issue, and it borders a bit cliche but their is enough originality in their to keep it from that state. I'd ditch the (intentional?) repetition at the end, it's a love letter, not government indoctrination.. That being said, it doesn't really matter what "quality" the letter is as long as it expresses YOU. If that's "me love you good, you much" then so be it (although, obviously you are far far more articulate than that and that isn't even what you're trying to say here).
I'd send it ^^ |
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| DrUg_Tit0 |
| Don't send the letter!!! |
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| mndeg |
| quote: | Originally posted by BTG
don't send the letter. |
NO I WAS GOING TO SAY THAT |
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| emono |
overabundance of love.
literally.
that could be good or bad. |
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| davinox |
it's not "I wanna " letter, i'd get that no matter what. it's just that i love to write and hell, it helps fatten my christmas gift to include a love letter.
alright i'm going to edit it tonight... so i should take out the repetition of "i love you"? What other suggestions do you have? (Im going to send it no matter what. :D) |
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