This afternoon I’m free. I can’t help but feel I should be arm in arm with you, talking, sharing smiles, walking down our local streets, bars and coffee shops inviting us to step in – familiar people pause and stare. Perhaps that’s it – I am asking too much of someone as young and beautiful as you to be seen with a man like me?
I guess I’m just scared and nervous about the whole thing. The feelings I have for you are truly overwhelming and I’m worried that when we do take those steps to meet you may change your mind and not want a girl like me.
Erin, how could I not want you? In truth I feel as though I’m falling for you, a crazy thing to say I know, but somehow you’ve stroked my heart and opened it – you’re flowing through my veins.
It’s not crazy at all. You can’t help the way you feel, none of us can. Feelings can be very strange things and sometimes shock us, but I do have very strong feelings for you too, and I’ve never even met you!
I can’t help myself – my words for you, of you:
A quiet moment lying in the sun, muscles stretched, relaxed
imagination in free fall, every thought of you, your beauty
longing for you to be beside me, my toes touching yours
our bodies in alignment, my hardness to your softness
desires and needs expressed in breathless whispers
intimate caresses, hands tentatively exploring, lips tasting
a prelude to the ultimate… a nice hot cup of tea.
I’m thinking of you, Erin… always.
I’m trembling, I don’t know if to laugh or cry. Your words touch me in ways I did not think possible. If this is a dream it will be the best dream I have ever had, and if I have to wake, I want to wake with you beside me, to hold you and never let you go.
Hi, Erin, did you sleep well? I got up early and am now at the airport. It’s 6.30 am and we are about to go to the departure gate. You are so worth waiting for – I’m sure of how I feel. At least I’ll have my dreams of you in the never-ending daylight nights.
Oh, Sam, you take care. I can’t quite believe you’re not here. I’ll be waiting for you, promise.