It’s the 3rd Tuesday of the month, which means it’s time for the rescheduled once-a-month Journal Past Blast.
I have to tell you, it’s been too long since I’ve done this… blog on what’s written in my old journals, and it’s darned hard to start up again! This is a test of humility, an allowance of vulnerability, and a belief in the growth of oneself. If only I could be so sure of myself!
Well, here goes nothing:
My Dear Sweet Robert
I continue to think about when we will met again. This is only one of the many daydreams I have of you.
The plane just arrived and people begin to get off. I am to the side of them, mostly hidden behind a wall. Then I see you come out.
I stare at you while you walk slowly looking around for me. Your beautiful hazel eyes are glowing and smiling. I don’t want to move, and stay behind the wall, taking you all in: Your handsome brown skin, face, arms, and your beautiful body I imagine underneath your clothes.
You come closer and closer to where I am hiding, and I can tell that you are getting a little worried that I probably hadn’t come yet.
When I think you are right up to where I am, I run out from behind the wall into your arms and give you a long, passionate, loving kiss. Then you hold me close to you, and I whisper, “I love you Robert” in your ear. You say, “I’m not ever going to let you go. We’re going around NY just like this,” and we both laugh.
I guess I read too many trashy novels, huh Robert?