If the clouds are full of rain, they send it down on the earth, and if a tree comes down to the south, or to the north, in whatever place it comes down, there it will be. PW
It’s a cold Monday morning. Me, Tucky and Lil’ Mickey are sited by the fire, smoking… and sipping on some good ol’ old fashioned Macallan Whisky Tucky “obtained” from his dads cellar.
Its all good.. We got it covered.
Three weeks now, it always amazes me how it takes an incredible amount of time to do things which are emotionally connected to you. Its amazing!
That’s the period which I have taken just to sit down and start writing this letter to you. Probably more. Though, yet again, I wouldn’t want you to think that I’m obsessive.
I love to write. Storytelling, songs, poems, declarations of undying love and thirst, name it!
But you know that by now. It does to me what drinking does to the depressed bloke sitting at the corner of a Porgy’s bar, sloping his head despondently over an empty bottle of Single malt Scotch Whisky, craving to be heard.
If you have to wash away your problems, you have to do it expensive.
The only difference most certainly, I’m not miserable. Indeed, I must be the most and very HAPPIEST of people; more because of YOU, no matter how hard the past 3 or slightly less than it has been years, that I haven’t been with you – and more so because God has allowed me and you to still be together for so long.
How many years now, 5? 6?
Its not so important.
Love is not calculated by how many years two people have known each other. Its calculated by how passionate they are for each other, and how honest they are able to become with that passion. There is no measurement here.
Otherwise, it’s great when you are able to become as such passionate in what you believe in.
It changes your life.
It’s a good thing.
It’s a GIFT.
Three weeks my Lady. . . I don’t know why.
Maybe I’ve been busy; maybe I just haven’t had the will and discipline enough. Maybe my thoughts then were too HEAVY to sit happily on paper. Maybe they couldn’t be expressed. Maybe I just couldn’t get myself to concentrate enough – just as I am getting the hang of it just now. Maybe it was some other thing. Maybe I just need to tell you this WORD FOR WORD, face to face and then kiss you! Or maybe it was Gods way of telling me that talking with you; it is the only way that can make you UNDERSTAND.
Yet, I love to write.
My Lady,
I cannot remember the last time I sat down to write anything. Even after I thought I would spend most of my day in the cover of my laptop and quoting book doing so. All along, its been a long string of never-ending pages written three years ago that I keep on updating. But I am working on something. Something big. something that you will like. That you will love actually, and perhaps in the heat of it all, fall in love with me again too.
Or maybe not.
You falling in love with me is not the most important thing here right now.
We were born to be real, not to be perfect!
I have felt it before.
I know what it feels like.
And I know what I want to feel like and what it will feel like.
Its not what it felt like.
It is more.
Something more than that. Its tightness. Its curves, its wetness, its barely suppressed anger and its happiness. Its bowels turn into water-ness. Its nervous tension. Its fear. Its all exciting. I
So I’m not in such a hurry like I was in before… I want to take my time. Cuz this time, this time its gonna be something big.
My Lady,
I enjoy writing and I enjoy even more writing to you.
I know you appreciate it!
Nevertheless, I don’t wanna take no time to write this down I wanna tell you how I feel right now.
Tomorrow may never come.