Dear B-girl
I suspect that you are either in Chicago now, or nearing it. I just had this impulse to write you, just because. I just felt like it. I do miss you already like I always do when you are not where I can see, hear, feel, and smell you. Hmmm. Well I miss you terribly and don’t don’t know what I will do for the week besides read Howard’s End, which I have already started. I finished Harvester. It had an ending. I will not expound because I want you to read it. The guy in it is rather mushy. I like what he does but his personality is too much like that of the stereo-typed romance protagonist: strong, passionate, handsome, commanding, patient, unbearably gentle despite his “uncommonly” large muscles and body, at peace with all nature, never-been-sick-in-his-life, protective, unselfish, all-knowing, and, of course, stubborn (like me!). At least I have one of those attributes of God. Maybe when I grow up I will acquire the others, then I can be someone’s Prince Charmin’
Dinner time more later, alligator.
We had quesadillas, Mmmmm.
What do I say now? Do I woo you with passages of amorous poetry? Compare thee to a summer’s day? Flatter you on your beauty? Describe the extent of my love, or the lack of specific boundaries, seeing as it knows none? Now, now, those I would rather say in person, or not at all, I think.
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Okay, I have to comment here. This is a little embarrassing! Since we were never big letter writers I didn’t even remember that Daniel ever wrote me anything so, uh… romantic, maybe? I think it might have been lost on me at that age. I was probably too busy thinking about whether stubbornness is really an attribute of God and wanting to correct grammar and spelling. And when these passages were lumped in with stuff like “my GPA is 2.937, not 3.000″ and “I only have $13″ it is hard to think of the whole as a “love letter.” Anyway, we found this the other day when we were digging through old files and it has been very funny to have a peak at who we were 13 and a half years ago. I love that we still miss each other when we are apart (even when it is only while he is working. It is fun to read this in the context of our 12 years of marriage.
Anyway, he definitely more than just stubborn now! strong, passionate, handsome, commanding, patient, unbearably gentle despite his “uncommonly†large muscles and body (okay, might be a slight exaggeration), at peace with all nature, never-been-sick-in-his-life (maybe just once or twice), protective, unselfish… He is definitely MY prince charming!
You were obviously much more articulate in writing than you let on… I always suspected as much! This is a lovely love letter, and a wonderful tribute to the girl you loved and still do love with so much stubborness and adoration! (Glad you liked the quesadillas !)
Man, I hope no one ever finds the letters I wrote to Christy back in the day, let alone any I may have written in 93! Whew!
These are fun. It’s cool to see how these were definitely you, and yet a completely different you than now. It’s also fun to see how “love letters” just flow as a part of life, quesadillas and GPAs and all.
Fabulous, funny, and really heartwarming. These are great posts!
recently found a half filled in journal (I never finished one) from around college with some really embarassing poems and “deep” thoughts. It’s great to go back and see what was going on at the time.
I keep wondering who is writing to who? Sure fun to read, but sort of a mystery. But old letters really are fun. When I was in New Guinea a girl who was a friend from Coquille Oregon wrote to me and asked if I had been to any dances lately. Did I date much? So I sent her a couple of (stock) photos of the local girls with their grass skirts and nothing else. I said I really didn’t know if the knew how to dance. Don’t think I get another letter from that girl.
These are letters that I wrote to B right after high school. I was 17 (almost 18) and this was about a year and a half before we married. Just young things.
I was immediately confused when I initially started reading, seeing how much I had to catch up on.
Imagine my surprise to see I was 13 years behind! I’m proud of my procrastinatin’
I agree with Nathan, though my actual ‘knowing’ of you and Bethany is not that deep, I can still see where some things remind me of you and others I chalk up to not knowing you as well.
Good stuff.