Letter Handwriting Reveals Characters

I sit here with you now, so while we're here together, let's imagine ourselves sitting in a gazebo by a lake in the early morning.  Loons call out to each other through the mist.  The sun peeks out from behind the distant mountains, sending out welcoming golden rays of warmth.  Tiny jade grasshoppers fling themselves through the nearby grassy clearing while a mockingbird sings in a tree above.

You lean back on the bench, using the handrail as a headrest.  I lay stretched out on the other side of the gazebo.  Our breathing is slow and heavy. We've just spent the evening in this wooded glen after getting lost the night before during a walk we took to talk quietly together and get away from our spouses at the campsite.

We know they're worrying about us.  Soon we'll hear their voices calling us and we'll wake up.  But for now we dream together...

"Lee?"

"Yes, Elizabeth, what is it?"

"I love you, you know."

"Yes."

"And you're a true friend, one I don't want to lose."

"Thank you," I say, turning to you and bowing.  I then return my hand to yours and we continue walking through the woods.  "I love you, too."

As the decaying, grayish brown oak leaves crunch beneath our feet, a couple of squirrels chase each other up a tree.  I look at you and smile.  You give me that knowing look with raised eyebrows.

A lifetime of joy, of children growing up and relatives dying, jobs lost and gained, passes between us in that moment.  We do not have to see each other again to remind us of a lifetime of love because one moment of our love replaces a million marriages, stops warring tribes from fighting and gives way for each of us to seek a terrestrial relationship.

For us, there is no what might have been or what will be.  Love like ours is.  We share many such loves because the well from which we draw our love has a limitless supply.  Every love is special.  We love these people unconditionally.

Our dream continues.  We reach the lake and ponder the possibilities.  Shall we turn around?  We had just passed a gazebo.

"Remember the pictures I showed of the..."

"Don't tell me, I can already guess what's on your mind."

"Shall we?"

"Let's go for it!"

We take off our clothes and go for a swim in the dark lake, our bodies slightly visible under the canopy of stars.  We talk about making love in the water but remember who and where we are.

Thomas Jefferson said, "Freedom is the right to choose for oneself the alternatives of mankind."  We decide the choices had already been made for this evening.

Later, we swim back to the shore.


We let our bodies dry and realize how long we'd been away from the others.  After dressing, we walk back to the gazebo and rest in each other's arms.

We talk about the next day's plans and our voices trail off.

"There you are," Jerry exclaims as we bolt upright, wide awake, and hear him holler into the woods that he's found us.

We look at each other.  At first, a puzzled look, then a smile, crosses our faces as we recall our dream.

Now I sit with the future you and the past me while you read these words.  No woods exist to hide us, no gazebo to protect us.  You probably read this alone because we know not everyone understands a semi-psychic friendship where the bonds go deeper than the physical plane.  For most people, a knowing look between a guy and a gal implies only a sexual relationship.  We know better.

Would that I could give you myself as a husband, perhaps our love could stand the pains and strains of daily living.  Far better for us to remain friends from afar for now and imagine, when times are tough, that someone like ourselves could come along and make our lives better.  Our imagination tortures us while at the same time keeps us alive.


Until next time...