thoughtfulI wonder how it would feel to get letters like this. I think now that it might be frightening. If I loved the man in return I would be afraid that something would break the spell. If I didn't love him I would worry about hurting his feelings or else be afraid he was a stalker. Where's the middle ground, where I can love and enjoy the letters for what they are when I get them, and enjoy them later, even if the relationship is no longer there?
There are things I did with Dwain that are like this, memories I can smile about now, special times that belong only to us. I remember how he used to light up now and then when he'd remember another woman, another time, the way she held her head, the way her breasts fell, simple things. I liked that he remembered them so fondly and trust that he will always remember me fondly, too.
