A lasting way to express our fondness to someone with, wild abandon and personal charm.
Photo kindly donated by Thomas Branconier.
A short piece of my resolve and resistance of love from across my life. But then to deliver an optimistic take on how we can resurrect and remember our current and forgotten relationships. I hope it encourages you to love your history.
I cleverly cocooned myself from others for decades, for renewal from love narratives that were soul-shrinking, I believed I couldn’t live without. But also from love narratives that were soul-stretching, I believed I couldn’t live with.
These moments of affection that were uninvited and unreceived, these moments of affection that were invited and received, in time generously returned to memory, to illuminate on how sinister few were, but on how satisfying many were.
I return to letters received some time ago, and some received more recent by email, I can’t seem to let go of, but read through for reminders on how extraordinarily satisfying love connections are. From cherished friends and lovers that have shared their comings and goings, strife and romances, adding passages about how my presence significantly affected their lives.
These kindly written letters revive my philosophical pursuit for love, and my physical pursuit for love. Written by hand and electronically, because of the distance between us by land or emotions, it transfers feelings otherwise terrifyingly difficult to express, but easily to distract from if breath were the only distance between us.
What these messages effectively do is remind and help recognize that I’m too delicate, too violent towards love. A belief hard to swallow but true, seeing that we’re all too delicate, too violent towards love.
But with the world whirling in not enough love and too much hate, we’re all too susceptible to our emotions going numb and forgetting our purpose to one another. A letter could give relief in a small and succinct way — to ease our grieving and loneliness.
What are these messages? They're love letters. Love for love memories that are vulnerable, passionate and tender. Accessed when we’re alone to process, but to also record our respect to someone we care for with empathy, joy and grief.
To remember moments with each other when our bodies exhaled in relief to being alive, to remember moments with each other when our bodies inhaled in need of more relief from being alive. To help reduce each other's suffering and self-shaming, to help regain each other's dignity and self-respect.
Love letters, echoes of our past, are encouragement to love and love again. But also to love and love more, tomorrow, and every day.