Dear Future lover,
What a can of worms we are in. It is beautiful, I love it.
This is a letter to all my future lovers, may they understand me a bit better.
This is a letter to my future self. It is a commitment to always know where I came from. May this letter stand as a flagpost for my growth.
My eyes grow wide and lock yours. This continues for about 30 seconds before I stick my tongue out, smile, and walk over.
I'm goofy in a playful way. When I was younger people accused me of being aloof. More accurately, I was afraid to articulate what I wanted. Tonight I want to learn more about you, laugh, and be a bit silly. Sex with someone I don't have a connection with does nothing for me.
From a young age I was always enchanted by stories. I believe in people, to learn about or let someone show you their scars is more rewarding that much else I can think of. The humanity of that moment is the ultimate drug for me.
For a long time I thought the confessions of those moments would lead to a relationship. A naive notion. With time I discovered there can be greater beauty in never seeing that person again.
I think of it like crowd surfing at a concert. No singular individual is going to hold you up. Yet at the same time no singular individual is going to let you down, the crowd will catch you.
It took me a long time to understand compassion. I love caring about people and have always been quick to do so. Sometime between high school and now I focused too much on reciprocation. Which I am sure, to no ones surprise made me lose a lot of people in my life. To also no ones surprise I am sure, this ended up being a for the better in the long run.
Where I am at now is the understanding that to truly care about someone is rare. Therefore if you think you do care about someone fucking own that. Caring about someone who you truly care about will fuck you up in the most splendid of ways. If you are reading this I probably already care about ye.
With love,
Tim
What a can of worms we are in. It is beautiful, I love it.
This is a letter to all my future lovers, may they understand me a bit better.
This is a letter to my future self. It is a commitment to always know where I came from. May this letter stand as a flagpost for my growth.
My eyes grow wide and lock yours. This continues for about 30 seconds before I stick my tongue out, smile, and walk over.
I'm goofy in a playful way. When I was younger people accused me of being aloof. More accurately, I was afraid to articulate what I wanted. Tonight I want to learn more about you, laugh, and be a bit silly. Sex with someone I don't have a connection with does nothing for me.
From a young age I was always enchanted by stories. I believe in people, to learn about or let someone show you their scars is more rewarding that much else I can think of. The humanity of that moment is the ultimate drug for me.
For a long time I thought the confessions of those moments would lead to a relationship. A naive notion. With time I discovered there can be greater beauty in never seeing that person again.
I think of it like crowd surfing at a concert. No singular individual is going to hold you up. Yet at the same time no singular individual is going to let you down, the crowd will catch you.
It took me a long time to understand compassion. I love caring about people and have always been quick to do so. Sometime between high school and now I focused too much on reciprocation. Which I am sure, to no ones surprise made me lose a lot of people in my life. To also no ones surprise I am sure, this ended up being a for the better in the long run.
Where I am at now is the understanding that to truly care about someone is rare. Therefore if you think you do care about someone fucking own that. Caring about someone who you truly care about will fuck you up in the most splendid of ways. If you are reading this I probably already care about ye.
With love,
Tim
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