(I was once a paid letter writer. Here's a love story. The names have been changed to protect the love.)
Robert,
I can’t
stand it that we’re not talking. It hurts too much, and it’s my
fault. I want things you can’t give me now because you’re locked up, and it‘s not by choice.
Sometimes life gets in the way of those who belong together, and we belong together--always have, always will. It’s the pain of separation that makes me want to break free from you. Yet I want from others what only you can give--the physical, mental, and spiritual connection that can’t be substituted because it's a gift from above. Obviously, this forced separation is part of the “big plan” to see if we're up to being together forever… JUST NOT NOW!
Sometimes life gets in the way of those who belong together, and we belong together--always have, always will. It’s the pain of separation that makes me want to break free from you. Yet I want from others what only you can give--the physical, mental, and spiritual connection that can’t be substituted because it's a gift from above. Obviously, this forced separation is part of the “big plan” to see if we're up to being together forever… JUST NOT NOW!
Please, please,
please don’t blame me for not committing to you know. My heart is always loyal
to you. Have faith
in what we have and believe it’s enough to carry
us through this bad time.
Don’t you remember we made it through other
rough patches: my abortion, family
crisis, unfaithfulness. And don’t
you remember the good times all but made up for the bad ones: My memories of talking on the phone
for endless hours, going to the Freedom Weekend Aloft Festival, and the visitation hours we spent laughing and talking make me believe in us
all over again.
In my heart I
know you are the only man strong enough to love me
unconditionally. You know my body, dark secrets, dreams. You know when I
need space, and you're man enough to give it to me.
I know you hurt, and I hurt with you. Please don’t
lose faith in us. Please know that when you're free, I'll be here and
everything's going to be like it always was because there is no
substitute for your love.
Love,
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