It requires some back story, but this may be the best thing that has ever happend to me (as pathetic as it will likely sound). It's a bit long.:redface:
I fell in love when I was twelve and, a year later, moved from that last place where I felt like I belonged, and lost that person. I could never express my deepest feelings to anyone no matter how overwhelming they were, and she was no exception. So I moved, and lost her, and she never knew, and she forgot me. But I did not forget her. In fact, I have been tortured by dreams about her ever since--dreams where I seek her but cannot find her or, on finding her, cannot speak with her and tell her how I feel. I would wake from these dreams feeling like the source of enchantment had slipped through my fingers and melancholy would hang over me for weeks thereafter. A few days ago I learned that a friend of her's was studying at a certain university and contacted her through this friend. I sent her a brief, impersonal e-mail stating that I had once loved her, had suffered from dreams about her for years and now sought closure through this message. I told her that she needn't respond and that I would never attempt to contact her again. I wished her the best. I thought that it was an inexcusably selfish and absurd thing to do, and I believed that if she responded it would be out of fear and revulsion. She did respond, but... she was delighted! Her e-mail was entirely understanding and humorous, and she demanded a picture and a few details about myself! God! If I could appreciate the emotional significance of this I would probably mentally unhinge. It is the most extrodinary gift I have ever been given.
I fell in love when I was twelve and, a year later, moved from that last place where I felt like I belonged, and lost that person. I could never express my deepest feelings to anyone no matter how overwhelming they were, and she was no exception. So I moved, and lost her, and she never knew, and she forgot me. But I did not forget her. In fact, I have been tortured by dreams about her ever since--dreams where I seek her but cannot find her or, on finding her, cannot speak with her and tell her how I feel. I would wake from these dreams feeling like the source of enchantment had slipped through my fingers and melancholy would hang over me for weeks thereafter. A few days ago I learned that a friend of her's was studying at a certain university and contacted her through this friend. I sent her a brief, impersonal e-mail stating that I had once loved her, had suffered from dreams about her for years and now sought closure through this message. I told her that she needn't respond and that I would never attempt to contact her again. I wished her the best. I thought that it was an inexcusably selfish and absurd thing to do, and I believed that if she responded it would be out of fear and revulsion. She did respond, but... she was delighted! Her e-mail was entirely understanding and humorous, and she demanded a picture and a few details about myself! God! If I could appreciate the emotional significance of this I would probably mentally unhinge. It is the most extrodinary gift I have ever been given.
