So, I'm staying home for the summer to save that rent money before I get my job...and to kick it with the fam before I head outta state. You know how it is. Anyway, I lost one of the keys to my apartment during the move, found it, and lost it again before I could mail it back. I was looking for it today and remembered I had some love letters under my old bed from a high school sweetheart that ended up getting pregnant by some other dude a while after we broke up.All that aside, I was just reminiscing about how simple love used to be. Don't cheat, say "I love you", don't cheat, make time to call and go somewhere together, and don't cheat. Easy! Then I was thinking about one of the most recent times I really meditated about love and halfway craved for the simplicity of childhood love. No worrying about a person's credit history, whether or not their family is a good match for you as well, let's not forget faith and relationships with God, potential, present versus future behavior, tendencies...the list is longer than anyone cares to read or I care to type. It's also rather irrelevant to why I initially started this post.
The letters were almost like reading a diary of my life during that time from someone else's perspective. It was kinda weird. I was indirectly critiqued about being selfish because she'd asked me to write back in almost all of the letters, and I can't remember ever writing one to her. Damn. That's messed up, right? She filled those letters up with all the feelings she had for me that she duplicated in person. What I wouldn't give to meet a woman who is that open with me again, not afraid I'm going to use the information to manipulate her because of what someone else did. I guess that's all part of the game though, which I love and hate.
I think more than anything, it made me realize how good it feels to get mail, especially from someone you care about more than yourself. Think about how you felt when that special girl/guy passed you a note in class, sent one to your house, or stuffed it in your locker. I don't care how old you are, that's always a good feeling. A letter, not a bill or junk mail, with handwritten words of congratulations, appreciation, or just someone checking up on you. I remember that feeling so well, it's got me feeling like e-mail is cheating.
4 comments:
I liked this post. It was very sincere and soft. I'm not sure if you would like your post described as such (lol), but those are the best adjectives.
I too love getting mail. One of my friends is training for the reserves and all he can do is write letters, so we write back and forth often. It's nice opening the mailbox to see an envelope there with your name handwritten on it. It's special.
I thought about writing you once, but I was afraid that you'd no longer be at the address I have for you. You were/are back and forth at different addresses faster than I can keep up with. =/
I'm glad you liked it :) Try to keep it on the low that it was 'soft'. lol
I'll be holding down a street address before you know it. E-mail has been a sorry substitute, but I get excited nonetheless when I get anything that's not business/bill related.
like you, i prefer a handwritten note. in fact, i still send handwritten cards and letters to friends and family. email is nice because it's quick, but it doesn't give that personal touch. the CHI (computer human interface), just doesn't account for the serifs and curly q's in handwriting.
i've found some old love notes and for the most part they made me smile. i too recalled the innocence and the pledges of fidelity and such.
yeah, love needs to be what it is...love. not status, credit, house on the hill, degrees...just pure, honest to goodness emotion.
blu - couldn't have said it better myself.
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