• Dear Sarah

    by  • July 1, 2011 • * Safe for Work *, Love - Pure and Simple • 0 Comments

    I wish I could have told you the last time I saw you. We were in my brother’s bedroom, I’d had a great weekend staying at his and seeing all my friends. Seeing you.

    I don’t remember what we were laughing about. You were in his chair, I was on the floor, packing. My hand rested on your thigh, you looked in my eyes and smiled. I could have, I should have told you then. Instead I blushed and finished packing my suitcase.

    Later that afternoon, I went to catch my bus home. You sat beside me on the curb as the coach driver took my suitcase and packed it. I went to slip my hand in yours and tell you. Instead I hugged you briefly and boarded the coach.

    I know why I’m afraid to tell you the truth. I would never have been afraid to speak of my love otherwise. I understand that as a person, I have the right to love and be loved. But darling, you are my friend, my guide, my creative inspiration. And you are also another woman. Perhaps you will understand, then, why I am so cautious.

    It does not change the fact that you are full of beauty, however.

    I love you.

    From your friend,
    The girl who sings of circles and triangles

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