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My first love letter

This is my first entry for the “Me and Dan” subsection that you can find in my profile. Below you will find the first (and to date) only love letter I have received from Daniel. We met online last March and around a week or two after I met him his internet was cut. I didn't expect to hear from him anymore even though we had hit it off rather well. Sort of a “he's way out of my league” moment. Next thing I know the sweetheart started to go to a library that was a bit far away just so he could talk to me for what was an average of half an hour. But seeing as I never knew when exactly he'd be online (although he did manage quite regular times) I eventually convinced him to give me his address so I could write a letter to him. He responded with his own and this is the transcript of it. Any side notes to aid the comprehension of the letter are written in italics.


Dear Izzie,

Well, what can I say you've finally talked me into writing a handwritten letter to you. I'm guessing around this point you may have worked out why I try not to do this. (He does have bad handwriting.) Believe it or not this is being written with a handwriting pen that is almost twice my age. It seems I'm just destined to be attracted to things far older than myself. (Some of his earlier girlfriends were a lot older than him. e.g. 34 with him being 17.) (wait for it) Or things that remind me of school, miniskirts and such. (See what I did there?) (To the ones not seeing it. I was still a high school senior back then so that was a sort schoolgirl joke.) But alas, my real handwriting pen breathed its last and refused to work. Luckily this old girl refuses to quit…. I wanna be buried with the bitch. There I said it, but hell at least if I do she will be the only woman to stick it out with me to the end. (The question of whether or not I will prove him wrong on this one will be left for another time.)

Also, yes I refer to my pen as a woman because, let's face it I wouldn't be so eager to handle it otherwise.

I'm glad I got through that page my neck was starting to hurt and now I've lost my train of thought. I'm also having to do this by candlelight since the electric has died now and at this point I'm open to “cuddling to keep warm” even if that's all it is. Just don't mind where my hands might wonder in the night…. I am human after all. (Did I mention he's a healthy 20 year old male that has certain urges sometimes?) It's not fair doing this I can't be me in writing, it's bad enough when I have to type but this is just murder. I miss you, your voice, just all of it. (I disagree with him not being himself to this day but I doubt I'll see another letter from him anytime soon.)

I live in hope to see you, hope to be face to face with you, hope to…Well, you know the rest and even if you don't I'm feeling left out as it is…think about it it'll cum to you. (At that point we hadn't actually met yet in real life. Oh and don't forget healthy 20 year old male!)

What? Did you really think I was going to leave the dirty talk out of this one? Did I have you going for a second there? You don't even know me at all do you? Just one thing… if you do burn this after reading (my advice) be careful of the aftershave I sprayed on the pages. (Well, seeing as I do not possess photographic memory to rewrite it all perfectly here no I did not burn it. It's a cherished possession I hope to never lose. Also when I first wrote him my letter I sprayed my perfume on it so he followed suit.)

Oh damn now I can't remember what I was going to say…crap. Oh wait no I remember I was just kind of avoiding it because…well it relates to us really and given the choice I would rather wait till things were as they used to be or when indeed when you'd be in a room alone with me. (We only met in real life last September, I doubt he would have waited till September…) Ok but seriously I like you a lot and don't worry there isn't a “butt” coming up. (Unless you want me to talk about yours.) (You can totally see the Shakespeare in that one..)

Instead I am stuck here smelling your perfume and writing this but you have to work with what you've got I guess. But if it were up to me I'd jump on a plane to see you now. Hell I'd even duct tape myself to the bottom of the plane if it got me to you. But here I am working with what I've got. While my memory (and this perfume) remain effective I guess I've still got you and that is a truly encouraging thought.

One of these days I will get my own way.

One of these days I'll be with you.

Lots of Love,

Daniel

ps: If you could read all of that I'd be surprised xxx


Side Notes: Let's just say getting this one made me the happiest girl in the world that day.


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