I have turned writing love letters into a therapeutic way of coming to some sort of terms with different situations, or inviting new things or people into my life. That is what this series is about.
The following letter was written by one of the most inspiring,supportive friends I have, Mimi.
“A Love Letter and A Forewarning,
To say that everyone who meets him falls in love with him is an understatement. He isn’t a young man, he is an idea. The simple idea of him is what fascinates people. His presence alone draws more attention to him then anything he could do, say or wear. He could light up a room as soon as he merely even thinks about setting foot in it.
The first time I ever laid eyes on him, I was hooked. That single moment gives definition to the animalistic instinct of sex. For all I know, he is sex. It’s not that he is anything that the world hasn’t seen before. In fact, he is stunningly average. He isn’t too tall or fit, and his hair flows and curves to his right as does every other man who follows trends. His eyes are ordinarily brown, but if you look into them for too long, you could easily read the inside of his mind like an open book.
His lips, perfectly nude, sit on his face in a slight smirk, that makes every remark that leaves them inviting. His ivory skin is covered in randomly placed tattoos that are clearly marks of significant times, maybe from his travels. Although they don’t flow together on his skin, they all mean something different, leaving anyone who sees them wondering. If you are to catch him during a season in which he sports a dark beard to match his head, you are in luck. The facial hair adds mystery, as if he even needs anything to make him even more desirable.
To any friend or peer of his that gets the opportunity to make him smile: good luck. Once you make that man smile, there’s nothing you would rather do than that exact thing that made his face light up. That alone is an accomplishment. His actions are even more beautiful than he himself.
The way he removes his cigarette from his smooth lips, flicking it every so slightly to ground, then crushing it beneath his worn out boot can make any girl swoon. His dark eyes, lifting up slowly from behind whatever book he holds to catch yours is dangerous. If you don’t fall in love with him at that moment, then consider yourself indestructible. After you meet him, brace yourself. You will forever have the urge to figure out every single thing that makes him tick. You’ll find yourself wondering why it is that he values his own words, what it is that he writes in that journal, who inspires him, what his lips feel like and who the lucky girls are that have experienced him in any and all states of vulnerability.
To say you want him is an understatement. No one wants him: they need him.
They need to know why his brows furrow when he seems someone pass by him, they need to know what it feels like to be unconditionally loved or quickly used for a cheap thrill. Either ending is a just as good as the other. You will loose your sense of self-worth as soon as you set eyes on him. Being loved by him is as much of a dream as being used for whatever it is that he wants. To put it simply, being in his presence in whatever way possible is experiencing what it means to be his.
Go ahead. Press your lips together as hard as you can when he is near, in attempts to make sure you don’t blurt out how badly you want to know what lies beneath his heart. Refrain from the desire to dig into that beautiful mind and unravel every secret he keeps behind those dark eyes.
Here is your forewarning: prepare yourself to give it all up for him. Once you get a millisecond of his seemingly coveted attention, you’re hooked. Just like me.“
(photos not mine!!)
my heart n soul,