Letter to the editor... Missing his love
Dear Editor:
This is something I wrote for my girlfriend and I thought with people missing their partners, they may enjoy reading something like this, and I just love to write and have never submitted anything so here it goes.
You embody me with the words I speak. You guide me with your love and the warmth you share. It's crazy, but every time I envision my future I so vividly see you in it. But then I try to envision a future without you, and then that seems crazy. The fact is I have fallen, and fallen hard. I am completely and without question drowning in you and everything that is your essence. Your presence alone arouses feelings within me I never thought possible. Feelings of hope, passion, desire and want. I am not going anywhere.
As much as love can at times seem like a roller coaster, that's part of the amusement. For it's the downs that make the ups feel so perfect, and the ups that get us through the downs. Unlike a roller coaster love is a ride that never ends. As the twists and turns change and hills to climb get steeper, it's reaching the peek and the anticipation of what's next that makes it all worthwhile. And like every roller coaster there are creaks, and dark tunnels of uncertainty. But that's the human part of it. That's what makes it pure, makes it real. Not knowing what is around the bend or where we'll be tomorrow but just knowing that wherever it is and how steep the climb that we'll be there together. We'll climb it together. I am not going anywhere.
Love is also the guarantee that the sun will set, and rise. That summer will come and flowers will bloom. It is a feeling of reliance. As cold as life at times may seem, and as dark as it may be, love is the guaranteed warmth of the summer, and the guaranteed rising of the sun. It's the raindrops that stream down our face when the forecast called for sun, but the day ended up, somewhat cloudy. But it's that same rain that waters our soul when all you needed is the feeling of her touch, or the sound of her voice. It's the reason you cry because a simple goodbye could mean you don't see each other for a week. I'm not going anywhere.
Here's the hard part. Love can also be scary. But the comical oxymoron to that feeling of being scared is that what we are most afraid of is the opposite of what we already have. Being in love introduces scarcities that we never imagined feeling, or even existing. It provides us with the unwanted stress at night that causes us to lose sleep. The silly conversation that we have with ourselves when a fight arises, “I don't care if she calls.” But love is the reason why we listen for the vibration, it is the reason we check it when we come back from the bathroom, and it's the reason we put it beside our head while we sleep. Because no matter how mad, or how upset a person may be, love is the sound of that voice on the other end which in an instant, causes every care in the world to disappear. And then, with both eyes closed, and their face burned into your imagination, that same voice represents the answer to any question you have ever had.
Love is the realization that there will never be enough letters, enough surprise messages, or enough saying thanks, for all that you have done. My love, you have nothing to fear. There is no climb too steep, no winter too cold, or dream too scary. Because…I am never going anywhere.
With all the love I possess in my heart,
Eric S.
Editorial opinions or comments expressed in this online edition of Interrobang newspaper reflect the views of the writer and are not those of the Interrobang or the Fanshawe Student Union. The Interrobang is published weekly by the Fanshawe Student Union at 1001 Fanshawe College Blvd., P.O. Box 7005, London, Ontario, N5Y 5R6 and distributed through the Fanshawe College community. Letters to the editor are welcome. All letters are subject to editing and should be emailed. All letters must be accompanied by contact information. Letters can also be submitted online by clicking here.
This is something I wrote for my girlfriend and I thought with people missing their partners, they may enjoy reading something like this, and I just love to write and have never submitted anything so here it goes.
You embody me with the words I speak. You guide me with your love and the warmth you share. It's crazy, but every time I envision my future I so vividly see you in it. But then I try to envision a future without you, and then that seems crazy. The fact is I have fallen, and fallen hard. I am completely and without question drowning in you and everything that is your essence. Your presence alone arouses feelings within me I never thought possible. Feelings of hope, passion, desire and want. I am not going anywhere.
As much as love can at times seem like a roller coaster, that's part of the amusement. For it's the downs that make the ups feel so perfect, and the ups that get us through the downs. Unlike a roller coaster love is a ride that never ends. As the twists and turns change and hills to climb get steeper, it's reaching the peek and the anticipation of what's next that makes it all worthwhile. And like every roller coaster there are creaks, and dark tunnels of uncertainty. But that's the human part of it. That's what makes it pure, makes it real. Not knowing what is around the bend or where we'll be tomorrow but just knowing that wherever it is and how steep the climb that we'll be there together. We'll climb it together. I am not going anywhere.
Love is also the guarantee that the sun will set, and rise. That summer will come and flowers will bloom. It is a feeling of reliance. As cold as life at times may seem, and as dark as it may be, love is the guaranteed warmth of the summer, and the guaranteed rising of the sun. It's the raindrops that stream down our face when the forecast called for sun, but the day ended up, somewhat cloudy. But it's that same rain that waters our soul when all you needed is the feeling of her touch, or the sound of her voice. It's the reason you cry because a simple goodbye could mean you don't see each other for a week. I'm not going anywhere.
Here's the hard part. Love can also be scary. But the comical oxymoron to that feeling of being scared is that what we are most afraid of is the opposite of what we already have. Being in love introduces scarcities that we never imagined feeling, or even existing. It provides us with the unwanted stress at night that causes us to lose sleep. The silly conversation that we have with ourselves when a fight arises, “I don't care if she calls.” But love is the reason why we listen for the vibration, it is the reason we check it when we come back from the bathroom, and it's the reason we put it beside our head while we sleep. Because no matter how mad, or how upset a person may be, love is the sound of that voice on the other end which in an instant, causes every care in the world to disappear. And then, with both eyes closed, and their face burned into your imagination, that same voice represents the answer to any question you have ever had.
Love is the realization that there will never be enough letters, enough surprise messages, or enough saying thanks, for all that you have done. My love, you have nothing to fear. There is no climb too steep, no winter too cold, or dream too scary. Because…I am never going anywhere.
With all the love I possess in my heart,
Eric S.
Editorial opinions or comments expressed in this online edition of Interrobang newspaper reflect the views of the writer and are not those of the Interrobang or the Fanshawe Student Union. The Interrobang is published weekly by the Fanshawe Student Union at 1001 Fanshawe College Blvd., P.O. Box 7005, London, Ontario, N5Y 5R6 and distributed through the Fanshawe College community. Letters to the editor are welcome. All letters are subject to editing and should be emailed. All letters must be accompanied by contact information. Letters can also be submitted online by clicking here.
