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A Love Letter to Elizabeth by Guile Canenz (This is a product of the Challenge game mentioned in the 23rd message in the Forum. You'll never guess who Elizabeth is.)
E l i z a b e t h , I have long feared that the time will come for me to be truthful to you about my feelings. I have never been comfortable expressing myself especially to one whom I hold dear. Yes, I know this may come as a surprise to you. And whether you welcome it with arms wide open or with a nervous laugh, it doesn’t matter at all. Only one thing does. I hallucinate what is empirically impossible.. that our two profferings be made at the same time. But I fear that I—a lowly being—can never be good enough. I dare not deem myself worthy of such a proffering from you. Perhaps it would be proper that I should content myself with the knowledge that I have expressed myself, though my heart would forever be longing for a similar reply from you. Yes. I admit it. My heart longs for you, for your love. And it aches to be with you as often as God would permit. You have no idea how joyful I am just to see you, even for just a moment. Whenever we meet, my heart would almost break when you would not even say a casual “How are you?” But inwardly, a certain heavenly feeling emerges with a thought that you remembered my name and even managed to flash me with that faint, shy smile of yours. You will perhaps ask yourself: “Why me?” You might think that you are too old to deserve such attention. Well, your age means nothing to me. In fact, it is only the robustness of my youth which has allowed me to keep up with you. You might even think that in my eyes, you’re just a mother-figure. Well, I have no need for mother-figures in my life. And I am sick of all that bullshit Freud has to say about psychological spoils. You might think that it is only infatuation. Well, I have experienced infatuation not only once but many times in my life.. And it pales in comparison to what I hunger for and desire right now. Elizabeth, you have no idea how desirable you are. That body—an amalgam of curves and nooks that even Lilith would envy. That voice—distinct, as of a seraphim callling from far away. That skin—dark, alluring, so exotic. Those luscious lips—pouty, big yet incredibly soft. How I have dreamed of pressing them with my own, only to wake up sweating to find it as it is, only a dream. And those eyes—they fixate me. Whenever I look at them, my whole worlds spins out of control. But most of all, it is your soul I cherish the most. There were many ladies in my life that were more beautiful and cultured. But none with the beauty you possess inside. However flawed you may be, it is your imperfection that has bound me so. It is what I celebrate. For, ironic as it may seem, it is the single thing that has made you, in my eyes, perfect and eternally blessed. Elizabeth, I don’t care if the world ends as long as I am content with the knowledge that somewhere, within the clutch of thought, there dwells one other Creature who has given me my sole reason of existing in this sorry life. You are the sole light of my dawn. I love you. Nothing else matters. G u i l e P.S. “I love you, as certain dark things are loved secretly, between the shadow and the soul. I love you with knowing how, or when, or from where I love you simply without problems or pride I love you this way because I know no other way of loving.” -Pablo Neruda
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