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Sunday, November 15, 2009

Full Disclosure

My close observations of love letters in the few months have made me realize that every letter I've written has lacked something. Then, I had written as a naive girl trying to convey surface feelings for a loved one. And honestly, if I could go back and read things I wrote for those people, I would cringe. Those letters weren't about love. And for the sake of it, i'm not sure that I can actually say I've written a love letter now.

Recently, I remembered how therapeutic it was to write out everything that has been bouncing around in my head. When I am writing for myself, I jot down every doubt, worry, fear, smile, dream that I have. No reservations. Re-reading while I fixed some typos, i had a realization about the whole concept. Preface: 1) I was writing about a particular someone when said realization took place 2) I care more about them then I admit (no, not love).

If it really is love, why would you hold things back about something you obviously share. If there are doubts or fears, wouldn't it be far more human to include the bad with the good? Love is knowing that those fears tell you you are afraid of losing something you feel strongly about, why be ashamed of that? It's not doubt so much as protecting it from weakness.

I read over my full disclosure rant and could very well mail it tomorrow. Looking at it from this angle, I really want to get back on track with my Mom's love letters. Maybe I should turn it into a view of love letters across the generations?

2 comments:

Snuggy said...
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Snuggy said...

ENJOYED THE READ! LOVE HAS ALWAYS BEEN MY GREATEST PASSION AND MY BIGGEST FEAR. I TOTALLY AGREE WITH YOUR DISCLOSURE. JUST SUPPORT A FELLOW WRITER, CHECK OUT SOME OF MY BLOGS. GOOD DAY!!