Sometimes we do write letters supposed to change something. Or everything. Sometimes we write letters with the silent hope they will change nothing.
Sometimes I feel like I am too honest to be on the safe side. I say things in advance instead of keeping my mouth shut. Sometimes I force people to do their own decisions based on my honesty, despite I am afraid of these decisions.
My dear, I was thinking a lot about you tonight, About me being provocative and you being vulnerable. About me being emotional and you trying to be rational. Me – too open and you – drawing your own conclusions. About present, past, words and their meanings, fear of changes and our preferred type of sexual relationships. About us, both reading each other as a book, both missing each other and unread pages. About us being in the relationship, that has no definition or title yet. You are the person I like to be with: talk, be silent, correspond, kiss, smile, play word games. It’s great to be with you, just to be.
I know , being f***ing honest with each other is far more great than just f***ing…. But if I had kept my mouth shut I would have been much happier today …