A Love Letter Unsent VII

Tenderness is the passport for two to journey through a lifetime, each other, or an unexpected rainy day.

TO BEGIN WITH

This is 7-of-7 of my "Love Letters Unsent" series. I wrote them for Denielle back in 2008 when I frequently traveled to Cebu and Davao because of work. I promised to post one letter a day before before Denielle's birthday, but I broke that promise. =)

I wrote these letters during my stay in different hotel rooms. They were called "unsent" because I only made Denielle read them after I came back home.

A LOVE LETTER UNSENT VII 

I go on writing letters that I do not send because I have to. They need to be gotten out of me and onto paper. Perhaps I am in love and unwilling to go the extra mile, you may draw your own conclusions. Some of what I write is too personal or too erotic to share so they stay the bigger secret. But there are letters or parts of letters that I am willing to share on a Sunday morning like today and one is here posted below. A few lines of words, silly and self-indulgent to those who are not in love and perhaps thoughtful to those who are. For the latter, I hope that whatever chord it may strike will be loud enough to make a difference, if that difference is only to let you know you are not alone in this love.

Dear Baby,

How many times do I have to tell myself to wait? Your memories always do that. It brings out the most impatient side of me. But then again my righteous self would take over and say “wait, wait. Some day, soon or otherwise, that back of yours will be caressed by these old hands prepared to reap our harvest in concert.”

Impatient? Of course. And while I know I can wait because our love is sure, it does not ease some aches that I know only my arm ‘round your shoulder, your hand on my chest, or your breath into my ear can lessen.

So far we have had to choose our shared times so carefully and because of that each one has been more beautiful than the last. How can I explain what I am feeling now without you around? Grief isn’t the word and loss certainly doesn’t cover it, not even empty. Incomplete comes closest.

I wanted to touch you tonight. Wanted to place my lips beside your lips or anywhere you may want it to be. I wanted to make sure you’d sleep more warmly tonight than you’ve ever slept before in your whole life, I know you wanted that too. But you are there, I am here. What can we do? Besides, there are more important things in the world than our wants.

Still there are things to celebrate about. Yes, each time together is better, more loving, more deeply felt. Our relationship is growing stronger as more days pass by before we are two-gether. I wish I could say I love you more often and, please know, in my mind I say it always.

Good night and Sleep Sweet. Don’t worry, I will always be here… waiting. Even if it’s all for a dead end and in vain. However longer, I maintain the stay.

Baby

Raymund's Random Insights

The heart has its reasons.

Love words roll off from the tongue like ill advice. Be careful.

There are no unhappy endings. Only bad beginnings.

Poem of the Week

FOUR

by Raymund Tamayo

I need you not to expect

too much from me

or see me as what you may have dreamed of

or always wanted in a husband or a lover.

I am not that man and never could be.

What I am is one who loves you

with all his heart and soul

holding back no reserve.

So I've nothing left

to give tomorrow's lover

when you go.

(April 2008)

                        - from "Love Letters", 2008

AND FINALLY

Hope you had a great weekend and a month of Sundays up ahead. Sleep Warm.

Thanks for stopping by - see you when I see you.