My Dearest Sarah

I've written you literally thousands of poems, thousands of love letters, hundreds of songs. Some never saw the light of day, and some have made it out into the world, playing on a turntable somewhere, the lyrics becoming someone's favorite song. They sing along, they sing of our love, they breathe life into our story, making it their own, shedding tears for the emotions that you've so hastily shut out of your world.

An ocean of love is waiting for you, only to lap at the dry and barren shores of your heart. You haven't read my poems, my letters, and you've never hummed along to anything I've composed for you. I understand that you're not the only one, but why can't you want what I want? Why can't you let me have all of you and accept that you're only allowed as little as I'm willing to offer of myself? The mere whisper of a suggestion that this might be me, speaking to you, under another name, details scrambled and combined with composite characters, but still, it's me nonetheless; isn't this brilliant!?! Don't you love the complicated tapestry I weave for you?!? How can a lonely and wanton woman such as yourself be so ungrateful?

My love is not to be denied in any form, and yet you refuse it. Do you not understand how lucky you are to be graced with my attention? I've poured my soul into these words and melodies, hoping to reach the depths of your heart, but it seems as though there's a barrier that my love can't break through.

I yearn for you to embrace the symphony of emotions I've composed for you. Let my words and melodies be the soundtrack to our love story. I want you to feel the depth of my affection and understand the magnitude of what we could share. You are a canvas waiting to be painted with the colors of my love, but you resist the brush strokes that could create a masterpiece between us.

I implore you to open your heart, to let my love find its way in. I am here, patiently and persistently, awaiting the moment when you'll recognize the sincerity and depth of my feelings. I offer you all of me, as I see fit, in this limited framework of fact and fiction, mixed with a dash of riddles and a shake of violent rage for spice, and I hope that one day you'll be willing to accept the entirety of this love that I have for you.

With all the love that fills my heart, Yours forever and truly, Soren

AKA Steve (which is not quite as romantic sounding, so, you know... let's just stick with Soren)