Enigmatic -- (Her post followed by E-Mails)

The Craigslist post:

I have been ready for you long enough. I'm waiting.

Come, come, come to me.

I will pull the blankets over your shoulders at night, wrap you in my arms, and see no one but you in all my dreams. I will listen to your pain and allow you to know mine.

I just want to feel that strength: the strength of a man standing behind me and beside me in all that I do, by every breathe I take, for the rest of my life. Where are you then? Follow me, stop me, make me see you, correct my mistakes. Hold me. Trap me. Don't let me run when I try to hide. Find me. Love me.

There I am....these eyes wait....I wait.

I'm not in London. I am either nowhere near you or right beside you. I wish I knew which honey, wish I knew where to look.

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And the ensuing:

And I will send this in spite of the doubt that persists, the bewildered hollow left by giving so much of myself, to the world or to another, and watching it wash away, neglected, rather than be cradled and cherished as I expected. I will write, even though I "should know better," that nothing lasting should come from it, because I am adamantly, steadfastly, unwaveringly hopeful. I refuse to be disheartened by the seemingly insurmountable, these illusions of obstacles - I have a boundless desire and all of time to find you again, and I will find you over and over again when we part. I have the rest of this life to gain your company; I intend to enjoy it once I have it, and to seek it while I don't. The demands of "life" fail to distract me from that which is drawing my heart - you, my balance, inevitable and ultimately necessary, worthiness transcending that of everything else. I will find you; I must; and my life after that point will be filled with the inverse of what came before.

I mean all that I wrote above, but I've just slipped back into the mental garb (armored as it is) of the more practical side of me; I expect that, for the rest of my response, I will be less bare.

I assume that every other person feels the same draw, the same need for a specific counterpart, and I refuse to pass a verdict based solely on that similarity. However this message strikes you, though, you seem to me the sort that I would enjoy speaking with. Even if intoxication contributed to the evolution of your post. Especially if it did not.

That picture sequence was intriguing; I saw you, life, the vortex life becomes, and its effect on your perception and the way you are perceived.


Much of what you said applies well enough to me:
"I have been ready for you long enough. I'm waiting."
I know that I have spent more time than this particular life has encompassed seeking her; nothing else explains the magnitude of what I feel.


and, if ye be she:
"I will pull the blankets over your shoulders at night, wrap you in my arms, and see no one but you in all my dreams. I will listen to your pain and allow you to know mine.
I just want to feel that strength: the strength of [my love] standing behind me and beside me in all that I do, by every breathe I take, for the rest of my life. Where are you then? Follow me, stop me, make me see you, correct my mistakes. Hold me. Trap me. Don't let me run when I try to hide. Find me. Love me."

It's true:
"I'm not in London. I am either nowhere near you or right beside you. I wish I knew which honey, wish I knew where to look."


I find that, recently, it has required more effort to sustain a specific hope. I've grown weary. I feel, though, that I am gathering myself up again, and for what feels like, this time, it will be lasting.

I feel equally compelled to say to her "Save me!" and "I am here with you; you are saved."

Maybe I don't know anything at all, but I choose to believe that I do. Maybe I'll never find you, but I will always know that I will.


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Hi Edward.

I don't expect to find him through a post. I was kinda talking to the universe, if you know what I mean.

Thanks for your beautiful email.

I am actually ignoring almost everything that comes in. I really don't think luck is going to send him over the moment I enlist CL to help.

I hope you are having a great week over there.

I'm incredibly guarded. I have to be honest, I'm almost certain I won't fall for someone over the internet, so please don't get your hopes up with me. I'm liable to be one big disappointment.

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I don't usually reply to e-mails in a line-by-line answer format. I also don't think I've ever communicated with strangers over the internet outside of a commercial or gaming interest. But I feel like doing it this way, so I'll just continue on until I see fit to change or quit (your disinterest or objection being ample reason for me to see it that way; I'm not the belligerent sort).

I sure hope not to fall for anyone through a situation as mundane as internet browsing; not that it'd bother me once I had her. I'd hope my first encounter with her is either entirely forgotten, or worthy of being filed under the "how we met" title. I don't mind grabbing at the straws that seem to indicate interesting people, though, and hoping to find one. I DO enjoy speaking to the universe. I've heard it speak back through other people a few times.

I'm glad the e-mail was appreciated. I'll eventually address this persistent desire of mine to produce something beautiful; I can't imagine a better occupation than manufacturing beauty.

I'm having a pretty bland week within a profound period in my life.

I'm honest, I'll stay that way, and I'm glad that you're guarded. If you weren't, I figure that you would be either too naive, or too advanced in realizing yourself for me to appreciate right away. I know I'm safe enough in my armor/fortress/interpretation/

perspective/whateveritis. I'm not looking to sell myself, and I've no expectations - either of a response to my e-mails, that the response I might get will be something that I want or enjoy, or that I'll even continue thinking that it was a good idea to browse the personals in the first place. Your original post and the response have already made this a positive experience for me..

I'm still silly enough to believe that it might, in the sappy-teen-movie style, be a better world if I expressed to you my doubt that you could be a disappointment. In the midst of that statement, like my hope in the midst of my chiding myself for having it, is what I meant to say. I've enjoyed it thus far, so you will never be a complete disappointment.



...hours later, after performing a service call that I didn't know I would have until early this afternoon - a job I was contacted for thanks to my Craigslist>Services>Computers post. Nice...

I always liked the sorts of conversations during which the use of the following statement was not obtuse, and I shall make use of it despite the fact that its inclusion in this simple context is somewhat obtuse, but significantly less obtuse, I daresay, than the statement for which it serves as the caboose, "I digress."

Anyway, my intended point was that it's been a while since I wrote all of the stuff preceding the preceding paragraph.

I find that I live, naturally, as Mr. Rik claimed to, with "high hopes and low expectations." I think it was a Colin Hay song, or maybe Ben Harper (notice that casual inclusion of the sort of music that I'm currently listening to... smooth, Ed, smooth) that I was listening to today, a song I enjoy greatly, and noticed a lyric, or maybe the refrain, where he sings "live without expectation, and without regret." No!.. it was the Heartless Bastards, "Came a Long Way."

I'm unusually playful right now.

So I'll do the smart thing, rather than continue rambling.

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I'm an obtuse caboose on the lose, too. In fact, my guarded nature is a whateveritis, and, I daresay, a digression of expression through which the experiences preceding the preceding experience were rambles as well.

:P

I fell in love with someone over the internet two years ago, and we still haven't managed to tear ourselves from one another.

We met. We fell harder. We ran like hell.

Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm My instincts are hasta la vista. He just came waltzing back in again. I think I should cut this short and bid you farewell. I don't respond to other responses, so here is my goodbye kiss, one for each cheek. And now, I awkwardly stumble ape-like in ballet shoes back to the creature that churns my butter like a honey bee makes sweetness from beauty.

Thanks for the lovely word acrobatics. You're mind does intriquing sommersaults to the benefit of mankind!

Take care,

[Her melodic name here]

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Any my deep nod of farewell - not a bow, for my knees are too weak to bear it. It had been so long since I sensed so pristine the bitter and the sweet where they meet, at the frontier between the two warring halves of me.

Thank you. Thank you.

You, milady, outdid what I expect myself capable of exceeding. I bow, I bow. I am humbled and enticed, and just as glad to bid you farewell. It never shall be a bitter thing to recall, this shining blister of too much of life in such a small space Let this be, and...

There. Something else that is beautiful.