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Yours sincerely, Anita
Anita dear,
Iāve taken a month without writing because I was not around. I had gone far from home; I had to settle some water-rise in my territory; thanks to God I was right on time, to stop a flood from taking place. I love hearing from you because you give me what the one next to me canāt give.
You can have friends you really know and trust, yet the one you barely know or have seen means a lot to you, and they give you more comfort than youāve ever received.
Well, you seem to want to know more about me; so do I, about you! Anyway, I may describe myself as a quiet guy who never goes out that much; thanks to God I had gone out that night I met you at that party. Anyway, I love soccer, basketball, swimming, and music is my favorite
hobby. I am a businessman. I prefer keeping the kind of business Iām involved in confidential, for the mean time. I canāt say much about myself, at least I donāt know much about that: āthe praising myself kind of thing.ā I think as we continue interacting, youāll really know much about me. But in case you ever find out some bad things about me, please never lose faith and trust in me; weāre all imperfect. I also know that youāre not perfect either. So, less keep it flourishing that way.
Anyway, how is your kid? You never talk much about him either. I believe heās doing fine though. Let me hope your husband is not that ill- jealous type, because Iām not a fighter, but just a lover. And so, I am not ready to be misunderstood, yet you and I are just good friends, so to speak! I wonāt say I wouldnāt fight to have what I want, but if it wasnāt mine to start with, all I can best do is to protect it when in danger or in a place where it needs to run from.
You may find that funny, I know, but if a man has a beauty, be it, if sheās just a friend, heāll work hard to protect and keep her happy; And who knows, the fish may fall in the saucepan of boiling water.
Stay safe and happy Anita. I still have sweet memories of your sweet smileā¦
Yours dearly, Richie
Hi dear,
A month! I thought I had lost my friend without any reason given. Well, I am so glad you wrote and told me ābrieflyā about yourself.
I guess Iāll also be brief about myself: I am a quiet girl, cute, as you have already noticed, just kidding. Anyway, I love horse riding, music and I am a family person, though I donāt get along with my parents; at least I get along well with the two men whom I live with under the same roof.
Well, thatās pretty much about me, and oh, by the way, that tough
āpictureā you have of me, in your mind, is not true at all. I am a very loving person, you wouldnāt believe it if you saw me in my environment. I donāt party a lot too, but I am so glad I was at that party too, or else I wouldnāt have met such a stubborn man like you.
Anyway, how are you dear? How is your queer and unspoken of business? Oh, by the way, if you ever find any skeletons in my closet too, donāt shut me down; I am human too, and certainly not perfect. Oh my God, I am already wondering why I am writing to you like this, as if it will even go that far anyway.
Do you watch āDesperate housewives?ā My girls (friends) and I love it so much, but surprisingly, I love āLostā more, but my girls think I am more into the former. Look at it this way, two of my girls have bed problems with their husbands, and the other three even have a bigger problem with their husbands: their husbands are womanizers but they wonāt accept they are. And for me, well, Iāve got a loving, straight-up husband and a beautiful five year old son, so why would I be desperate as my five friends anyway? Though weāre all not housewives, at least theyāre desperate, and I am of late, marooned on an island. I guess thatās why āLostā is the adventure drama that fascinates me the most.
Much of the girl talk and life! What do you enjoy on TV Richie? If you tell me it is soccer, then Iāll give you a thousand reasons why you should slow it down before you get a girlfriend or get hitched. Last Friday I read of a man who stabbed and killed his wife for just turning off the television while he was in the middle of a crazy match between Brazil and the U.S.A. Can you believe such insanity! She only wanted to fulfill
her obligation as a wife; she wanted sex and he wanted soccer, what a pity. Iāve got to go. Take care.
Anita
Hi Nita,
You might not be desperate but youāre really fun to me. Because of you, I am starting to learn how to watch TV; I nowadays watch āDesperate housewives.ā Thank God there wonāt be ādesperate househusbands,ā because even when that happens, at least husbands will be playing video games, watching spots or philandering! I donāt think wives would ever wish for ādesperate househusbands.ā
Anyway, āLostā is better, I agree. āDesperate housewivesā is too feminine and misleading, to me. I think wives should leave it for single confused girls to watch. Well, much of TVā¦
You asked how Iām doing: Iām not doing fine as far as I feel, āwhy?ā because I want to see you physically. Seeing you in letters is becoming boring to me; I donāt know if you feel it too?
Anyway, it shouldnāt be out of pressure if youāre not yet cool with it; you can follow your heart; most of the time our feelings are misleading anyway. I can deal with craving to see you physically, though itās certainly not that easy as said.
Donāt get me wrong, but, nowadays I dream of you more often than I did when I first saw you. You can call it being desperate, but I swear to you, I am not desperate; thatās a mistake some people make when they think that those who love them so much are just desperate. Isnāt it funny? When youāre starting to hook-up with somebody, and you show so much need and love for them, they might think youāre damn
desperate, and so, they end up distancing themselves from you. But this has really showed me why married people reach a time when their love isnāt as hot as it were before; sometimes youāve got to have that desperate love when the one you love is in love with you, because when love dies, it can really be hell on earth.
When it was damn pouring yesterday night, I got out and lied on the ground and let the whole rain pour down on me. You might call that crazy, but I wanted to really tell the difference between my bed-comfort and the cold rain that fell on my body. What I found out is that itās better to lie in falling rain when you want to, because not always will or can you be assured of comfort, even in a comfortable place; not all good things are good for everybody!
Keep cool baby, Richie
Richie dear,
I donāt think when you bite on an apple it tests less; it definitely tests more; and by the time you finish eating it all, it will test no more, but the mind has already stuck on the thought that came to you when you had just started eating the apple: of whether it was sweet or bitter.
Hope is good Richie, but sometimes we hope for more and get less. Iāll be with you soon because I like you as my beautiful-stranger-friend. Youāre right: I am not yet cool or comfortable with seeing you. Let me hope you wonāt feel worse. What do they say about good things? They always come to those who wait! Youāre a good friend to me Richie, and I know that when the time is right, we shall meet again.
I am not trying to be insecure or cynical, but I always want to keep that strange thing that brings a smile on my face far away from my reach, because if I touch or reach close to it, I might never get what Iāve always got from it, which is happiness and satisfaction.
I am being weird dear, but why be straight when you want to maneuver through a drain? I was always a naughty girl as a young kid; I, myself, even wonder how I turned out. I was never shy, but it caught-up with me the first time I met my husband: it was on a Caribbean cruise; I felt like it was the right place to meet āthe right future husband.ā And I guess I got my wish; heās a good husband and man. But what beats my thinking, is how things can change drastically, yet beautiful and fatal at the same time. Like last summer, I almost lost my life to a drunk-driver, and that gave me a great fear of ever driving again. But I thank God every day, because I am still alive and can still love my family and get appreciation from people close and far from my reach. I count myself blessed, but I also see a blessing, still, as a work load that only puts you through more test than you could ever expect; but since itās a blessing, you always come out and through it, a winner. Youāre blessed and so am I Richie; maybe we can remain beautiful strangers?
Keep smiling dear, Anita
Anita,
I am reading your letter on my hospital bed. By the time you get mine, I know Iāll be back home and well. Anyway, itās such a coincidence that youāre telling me about you surviving death when I also just almost died from malaria. I was dehydrated and my temperature was way too
high for a
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