NOTES TO MYSELF

Wednesday, September 07, 2005

If You Want to Read Love Letters...

Here is a little something that Rob and I wrote each other since he's been gone. (He left last Wednesday.)

Rob wrote:
(On second thought, I don't have his permission to publish his private writings to me....so I gotta ask him first. But just imagine very sincere words that touched my heart deeply.)

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I wrote:

My beloved,

I am at school right now. It's so quite in the library. My new supervision started yesterday and I liked the experience. So far so good. Lets see how it goes! :)

I dreamt of you last night, too. I called you and you answered the phone right away. I was pleasantly surprised because I was thinking that maybe I won't reach you since you were in another country. But you answered right away and told me that you were actually in LA at the airport, in transit. I felt a little disappointed because there didn't seem time enough for me to get to see you, but I was still happy to hear your voice.

AND TODAY I GOT YOUR EMAIL!

I miss you so much, too. On the way walking to the library, I was thinking how amazingly lucky I am to have met you, and living (emphasis: living) the kind of love that I have already dreamt of. I get to be brave and work through my own insecurities because I can't deny or pretend that I didn't know how great of a man you are, and therefore I get to go inside myself and stretch myself to make life so much more spacious.

This is actually what I have always dreamt of and wished for: that love is amazingly penetrating enough that we all still get to be free. Free to love, free to be ourselves, free to love others, and free to feel our own hearts and all parts of who we are. Everything else, challenging asit may be, seems small in comparison with the joy of it all.

I don't know if I am making sense. What I really want to say is just that, as I was walking to the library in the blazing heat of Southern CA on this part of the earth, is that I am so deeply grateful. Grateful that, becase you are who you are, I get to know what it feels like to trust and be human.

I love you.

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