13 November, 1999
  Jamesowa, my cherished,...
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I'm an awkward, messy wreck. I may as well straight-out apologize for the persistent rambling I'll accomplish within this letter. In any case, I must speak out, so desperately. As a necessity I am attempting to be more than quite honest with you here; and don't allow that to frighten you- please, you're so precious to me, such a wonderful person.

To the point... At the moment I'm having an extremely difficult and turbulent time with myself; my soul is pressured to a horrific amount and frankly I'm scared shitless. I so want to release my mind to you, not as a burden- yuck- that's what it must sound like, just to do so in a fashion so that my sanity level stabilizes and we are connected. This is a tremendous proposition to chunk in your face since we've not seen a whole helluva lot of one another; and I fear you wish to keep a reasonable distance, (no offense intended). I become so carried away by my worries that I exaggerate situations. Forgive me for that and this pathetic letter. Boundaries run thin in my head; but the limit on my enormous belief in you is so imperturbable.

Overall I wanted to ask that you speak unreservedly to me. Somehow I seem to think this will aid me, and more importantly, you. If all of this raving is far too wrong with you then I need you to say so. I need you to confide at least that in me so that I may proceed to keep myself at a decent distance from you. Most definitely I'm trying to avoid bringing pain to you, so, in staying away I could protect you. When I'd regained some normalcy, in terms of composure, I could carry on with you if that too, in itself, is not too much.

I want you, to be with you, hold you; but I know that the first relationship we encountered was too intense for you, too- something. Maybe I'm even incorrect on that, I don't fucking know anymore. If you can manage to stay with me I'll be ecstatic, if not, I'll accept it. I don't intend to harm you, as you don't intend harm for me. You remain one of the few intelligent people I can communicate with. Recognize how extremely beautiful you are and always will be.

This letter is a sad one for me, and though it must emerge as deranged in another's eyes, I earnestly rely on the fact that you are so kind and will reveal to me the extent of your patience.

Utmost sincerity from this soul to yours,

Eve

So There