Epistolary Exchanges of Enchantment

Excerpts from Nicholas Sparks' "True Believer" that stopped me in my tracks:

"...As much as she thought of herself as independent, as much as she tried to downplay (Mom/Grandma)'s constant remarks, she couldn't help but feel a yearning for companionship, for intimacy. It didn't even have to be marriage; sometimes all she wanted was to look forward to Friday or Saturday night. She yearned to spend a leisurely morning lounging in bed with someone she cared about, and as impossible as the idea seemed, [...] was the one she kept picturing beside her."

-----Who do I picture beside myself now that Stephen and I are no longer together?-----

"...'would you mind dancing with me?' 'Here?' She looked up, startled, her heart racing. 'Now?' Without another word, he moved closer, taking her hand in his. He smiled as he raised her hand to his mouth and kissed her fingers before lowering it into position. Then, with his eyes locked on hers, he slipped his other arm around her back and gently pulled her toward him. As his thumb began to gently trace the skin of her hand and he whispered her name, she found herself beginning to follow his lead."


-----When will guys learn that if you dance with a girl, she is yours!?!-----


"...They made love slowly. As he moved above her, he whispered how much he loved her and breathed her name like a prayer. His hands never stopped moving, as if proving to himself that she was real. They stayed in bed for hours, making love and laughing quietly, savoring each other's touch."


-----God, I pray, that someone will one day do such a thing with me! (and out of love, not lust or due to alcoholic encouragement)-----

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Dear Lover,

I thought about you again this morning. I rolled over and my hands grasped the cool, empty sheets seeking your warmth and firm presence. How long will it be? Will I be able to smile today without my eyes betraying the pain behind them?


I love you.


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Dearest Little One,

Last nite, sleep alluded me once more as I was not able to find the comfortable crook of your body upon which to rest my hands and arms. I needed to twine my legs amidst yours. The dull ache in my chest only worsens when I crave your touch, which is always. No matter how insistently I try to keep my thoughts of you at bay while I work, it is to no avail.

I want you.

To love you is only the very beginning of what I want to do to you.

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