There's an article in last month's RD about writing love letters and it got me thinking about this lost art. A Psychology theory states that the left side of the brain is logic while the right side is emotions and never the two shall meet. This is why we get tongue-tied when we are in love. Logic and emotions repel each other. Often, we hear people say that love is too wonderful, too magical for words. It is true.
How then do we have words for feelings? Did they come from neologists who were not actually in love? Neologism is produced by psychos after all. Although I must say that being in love is like going crazy. I digress...
I can't remember ever receiving love letters. Clearly, I associated with non-expressive boys. All I can remember is one blue Garfield greeting card. On the cover was Garfield pointing at the door saying, "You wanna go? Then go!!!" Inside, the door is all boarded up and Garfield saying, "No, you're not!" It came from a guy who caught me fooling around so we split up. We got back together but a really close friend stole him while I was singing the Tennessee Waltz.
When Thor holds me in his arms, I am filled with colorful feelings that I cannot identify nor understand. They simply explode in a kaleidoscope of brilliance. It is as if I shrunk and got thrown inside a diamond twirling in yellow light. I am mesmerized. I am blinded. When he is away, it is still the same but in a smaller, less than perfect diamond. They still pop and twinkle but tainted with a subdued longing.
There really are no words good enough! None! Even the words I love you said over and over in earnest cannot encompass the enormity of how deep these feelings cut through the very heart of me.
I attempted to write a love letter to Thor and this is what I have so far:
My darling...
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