Where Have You Been All My Life?

by Ellie
(Cambridge, UK)

Dear True Love,

So, where have you been all my life? No, seriously. I’ve been waiting for decades and decades for you, and you have yet to make an appearance. The least you could do is a nightly visit — thank goodness for dreams!

For those wistful thoughts of held hands, hushed proclamations, whispered kisses, ghostly fingers brushing against skin… In my mind, we spend days lining up for the best hotdogs in town, afternoons hiking to the top of green hills watching the sun dip low and nights simply staring at the stars, making fun of the so-called constellations. But, to be honest, I’m sick of waiting.

I love my hotdogs, I love my sunsets and I sure as heck love my constellations but I want you, the real you, beside me.

I want to feel your touch, your caresses — and I want to give you the real me too.

I’m not some wispy apparition; I am a real woman, with emotions, desires and passions. I’ve had my share of experiences, my share of disappointments and what I really want is to translate those dreams into reality. Someone who’s honest, someone who cares; a loyal, kind hot-blooded man who’ll appreciate me and my sense of the absurd (ditto the writing to you and everything).

I’ll give you a warm bed, a glass of milk and plenty of blankets. I promise you’ll never get cold when I’m around—if you’ll do the same for me.

Lots of love, Your True Love

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