Have you ever received a love letter? A real one? One where he confesses his love to you and for you, unconditionally and with reckless abandon. Well, neither have I...but I received something close. And then a few days later, flowers to boot.
And I cried. Shocker, I know. But it was moving in a way that I have not experienced in such a long time, not since my Caribbean boyfriend, when we were good. But, it is not without its own issues...for I am once again the other woman.
Like so many before, I met this man on a passionate weekend in a faraway city. These gestures are genuine and endearing, and I love him for his candor and expression. But they aren't yet the grand gesture...the moment where he hops on a plane and knocks on my door. But that only exists in the movies, right? So, for now, I am keeping a slight distance, something that is very difficult for my "head-in-first" attitude, but nonetheless necessary. Because the movies have also taught me that they never leave the comfort and consistency of that which they know, even if its not the true happiness that they seek.
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