Dear Maxwell,
You make me want to live through my heart, boldly wearing it on my sleeve without a thought to damage. Usually just the thought is a challenge, struggling to breathe with fear hot on my heels. But with you in mind, I m to busy blushing to notice I m scared. You feel different to me today, you feel like a part of me i use to be. Their is a history that comes with thoughts of you. To old and permanent to shake. Silencing the questions of my ego, I marinate in the feelings you left behind. Give myself permission to melt into a puddle and exhale any lingering doubt. Your hands come to the surface and they tangle with mine. Secure and warm seem to be the best words to describe you. But you wear calm like a uniform to comfortable to take off and i never thought that would turn me on. My mind keeps trying to put you in a plaid button up and well worn jeans with boots. But you keep coming to me in well fitted charcoal slacks and a grey dress shirt. Walking around as if everyone is worthy of your presence. Again my mind interferes, making you a gentle giant in my head that once suited my “daddy issues”. Instead you feel comfortably housed in a lean resilient figure, eager for adventure. My own body is not happy with me right now. Feel like a leave less tree, bare and exposed. I m starting to get use to the windy attitude of my reality though. Because of you, I can still find it easy to smile and laugh. A rabbit hole i can fearlessly fall into with this child like wonder, I no longer want to hide. I ve been observing myself, like a teacher in the back of her class, waiting to learn from her students. Accepting the idea of my old soul, you make me wonder about the things I m naturally drawn to. Insight and feelings of you come to me so effortlessly, the intensity that follows will always be a surprising contrast. Other more simple things like, the scent of burning wood or fire that entices me more than it should. I talk to the stars like we re related and collect stones as my allies. A part of me obviously knows something more and I don’t mind going through you to find out. I hope I ve encouraged you as much as you have me.
Forever yours,
Sharon Dunn
I could really feel the narrator’s emotions throughout this entire letter. Great job!
the visualization was like a movie playing out in my head