MY LOVE LETTER
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It all started about three years ago. My friend’s and I decided to hang out at a popular happy hour in NorthWest Washington, D.C. It was U Street to be exact and the night was Friday. One day I’ll never forget. It was typical for a DC crowd. Attractive people wearing the latest fashions and just plain looking good. As always, the women were simply attractive from head to toe!
I decided to order myself a Southern Comfort and Coke -- One of my favorite drinks. The bartender handed my drink to me as I laid out ten dollars and leaned against the bar. Engaged in conversation with my friends as we discussed everything from current events to the best stocks to buy… it happened. Something I never thought would happen and something that all of my married friends once warned me about.
My big, brown eyes rested upon a vision of loveliness. The first thing I noticed was her smile. It was as warm as a fresh summer day. Her teeth glistened as if they were diamonds floating across a beautiful sea. Yet, her sensual lips were the shores of what captured those diamonds as the tides came in. Her skin was ever so smooth as her red silk dress caressed her honey-bronzed body. I was instantly in love and I knew it!
This was a feeling that I could not explain to anyone, or, for that matter understand myself. However, I was compelled to waltz in the direction of this woman and what I knew would someday become my ebony bride. As I came closer to this charming lady that I’ve never seen before, my heart began to race faster. My hands holding a cold drink began to sweat. I smiled and said “hello,” and she graciously spoke back as she greeted me with that warm smile of hers. We shook hands and exchanged names. Her name is Asia and I told her mine.
As I began to introduce myself, I noticed that her glass of white wine was about finished. The gentleman in me immediately ordered her another glass of wine. We conversed for much of that night. So much so that I completely forgot about my friends I came there with that evening. I was completely in tune with my future wife -- I heard nothing else. No music, no people…nothing, but the sound of her voice!
Soon after, we exchanged numbers and made an arrangement to meet for dinner the following week.
As time passed and nice candle lit dinners led to moments alone at my house, conversations over cups of coffee in bookstores, visits to the latest movies, and casual walks around the national monuments, our friendship started to bloom. It was kind of like planting a garden of flowers. There would be days of watering and checking to see how well my flowers were coming. If there were times that I was not there - God would bless my garden with raindrops of his love and some sunshine too.
That’s exactly how I felt about my new found love. I knew I wanted to take my time and nourish my “garden” slowly. Asia felt the same way too.
One day, Asia expressed some words to me that I’ll never forget. She told me that she had prayed for something for a long time and somehow her prayers were answered. She just did not know what to do with it. She confided in me that she thought that I was a beautiful person, unselfish and perhaps the most loving man she has ever known. She also told me to be careful of what I asked for as I just might get it one day!
I did not seem to mind her thoughtful expressions or the piercing look her eye’s had as her words were felt deep down through my soul! This was something I had longed to hear and feel for a very long time.
Asia was so special to me that I did not want to treat her as if she was a casual person in my life. In fact, I knew that I wanted to wait until I married this woman before we engaged intimately. When we kissed, it was passionate! Our tongues caressed each other’s and it was simply beautiful. I enjoyed holding Asia’s hand with mine as I felt the softness of her palms touching mine.
I really wanted to be a part of Asia and engage her intimately! As a matter of fact, we only slept in the same bed once. It was one of the most difficult times of my life. I’m in the bed with my ebony princess by my side. Her inner beauty only complimented her exterior sunshine that blessed my life. I held back. Instead, I gently stroked her hair one strand at a time, as her eyes grew heavy, I gently held her close to me as I placed my arms around her waist and just kept it there - all night long.
I did not go to sleep all night long. Instead, I entertained thoughts of Asia’s disappointment in me since I did not make any attempt to engage her intimately. Moreover, I heard the voice of the Holy Spirit within my thoughts. I knew at that moment that I did not want to wake up with a casual friend.
The morning eventually came and Asia got up rather quickly. We kissed each other on the cheek and she told me that she would call me soon. That “soon” turned into a couple of days and still no word. Thus, I decided to pick up the phone and give Asia a call myself. I left a message and did not get a response after a few hours. In fact, I even sent a page to her and still got no call back. I was really beginning to wonder if I had done something wrong or offended Asia in some way, shape or form. I had called Asia again and started to apologize for things I was unsure of - perhaps reaching for something that was not there.
As the day soon turned into late night, I made one last effort to contact Asia. I called and got her voice mail once again. However, this time I left a message that came truly from the heart. I told Asia, “before you decide to delete this message…I’d like for you to listen. I know that I’ve called you today more so than I ever have. I’d like you to know that I’ve thought about some things from our past conversations. I miss you very much and admire your inner beauty that compliments all of your physical attributes. You are a very beautiful person that I want to be very much part of my life. I care for you deeply and love you very much. I’d really like to talk with you and know if you would like to come with me to the next level…that is, if this is something that you are ready for, and want to do. If you can find it in your heart to pick up the phone after hearing this message - please give me a call. I’d more than appreciate a moment of your time. God bless you and I love you.”
That was it and I hung up the phone. I felt better about myself as I was able to get something that was heavy to my heart out in the open. A couple of days went by before I got a call back from Asia. When we finally talked she told me how surprised she was by my message. She was surprised at the level of detail that I left on her voicemail and the fact that she and I were supposed to be on the same page. That “page” being friends and the fact that she did not want to rush into anything.
I understood her concerns and let her know that under no uncertain terms would I ever stop being her friend. I told her that…”yes Asia, I do like you very much and would love to grow to fall in love with you -- provided that you are willing to do the same! If you are not ready for that - that was fine too. Besides, I’m a patient kind of brotha’ anyway. “
I also told her that when she is ready to take it to the next level to simply let me know that. She advised me that she would and that she would be in touch with me soon. She did not want to leave me hanging or string me along.
Significant time had passed and I had not heard from Asia. In fact, I mentioned earlier that all this took place about three years ago. I never forgot Asia and I knew she would not have forgotten about me either. See, there was a very special gift that I gave her on a Valentine’s Day we once shared. This was something that no other woman would have received and if she did - it was not from me!.
There was not a moment in a day that went by that I did not think about Asia. I thought about her when I prayed in the morning and night, when I closed my eyes and went to sleep, and when I opened them to rise in the morning. Often too, I had wondered if I have in fact scared Asia away. I knew I did nothing disrespectful, unkind or dishonest. I knew that I was very much in love with someone that I had exposed my true feelings to only to never hear from her again. It was one of the worse feelings I had ever had in my life. I had felt so incomplete with a desire to eventually feel whole some day.
One day I decided to do something that was a bit unusual. I contacted the Washington Post and decided to take out a full- page ad. My only request to the Post staff was to publish my love letter and sign it from someone anonymous. Of course they charged me a pretty penny for my request, but I did not mind. This effort was very important to me!
I typed up my love letter and faxed it as well as e-mailed it to the Washington Post. The letter read as follows:
To my Ebony Princess:
I’m writing this letter to the woman I met three year’s ago and fell in love with in Washington, DC. A significant amount of time had passed since we spoke and I wanted you to know that I still love you! There has not been a moment of an hour, an hour of a day, a day in a week, a week in a month, or a month of a year that has gone by where I did not think about you. I know I may have scared you away by telling you exactly how I felt about you, but it was nothing but the truth. I told you that I loved you then and wanted you to be a part of my life and I love you still. As you are reading this letter-- please understand that I always will.
There was a time when we casually discussed getting married on the shores of a Caribbean Island, the reception for our friends and family to enjoy, of the children we would someday have, the home we would share, and the life of love and happiness we both longed to have.
I still believe that God is the jeweler who took me and made me platinum and you his diamond in the rough. Please understand that I am patient as God is cutting his diamond to allow for the right fit within the platinum that I am. In essence - to complete me and make me whole - the Lord will place you with me when he’s ready.
In closing, I hope you think of me as you periodically read my words on the roses of paper I gave to you on the Valentine’s Day we once enjoyed. My address and number are still the same, as are my feelings for you. I hope that you will eventually come back around as I do miss you!
Love Always -- Your Dear Friend,
“Anonymous”
Now I know that there is really no telling if Asia will ever call me or come back. It’s my hopes that she will recognize my words as well as hints to my existence within my love letter. I’ll always keep the door to my heart open for her in hopes that one day it will swing open. And, Asia will be right there ready to walk on through.
Until then, I’ll keep my 2 CT. princess cut platinum diamond ring in my pocket as always. Perhaps one day we may meet again and I can greet her on one knee to love eternally together and not alone. Love Always!
The Response
The morning came when my love letter appeared in the Post. It was the topic of discussion for the major urban radio stations in the DC area. The morning personalities were curious as to whom the letter was meant for. They made it the question of the day and actually invited the ladies that they thought the letter applied to - to call in to their stations. The phone calls started to pour in as ladies began to applaud my efforts to write down the heart felt emotions I still had for the woman I love. If nothing else, they enjoyed the letter and the romance behind it. In fact, some women wanted to know how to reach me so that they could have me for themselves. I guess they figured that if Asia did not want me or was not in love with me - they could make the effort to grow to know me too.
Just to keep things on a more realistic level I had to face up to the fact that I might not ever hear from Asia again. The very thought of that simply kept my pillow wet at night. Tears would roll from the corners of my eyes as I tried to dream off into thoughts of a midnight blue about what could possibly be. The tears came as I realized it was only a dream.
A few weeks went by and I still heard nothing from Asia. I stayed tuned to the various radio stations as ladies continued to call with voices of curiosity. The one voice I wanted to hear never called into the radio stations either.
The Reunion
One Saturday evening, I was preparing to attend a scholarship gala…black tie affair. I did not own a tuxedo, but I rented the finest and latest style that was available. It was a three-button jacket with a banded collar. I wore a French-cuffed shirt, gold cufflinks, black buttons with gold trim and a pair of brand new black shoes specifically meant for formal attire.
As I prepared to get dressed for the affair that evening I listened to Marvin Gaye as his CD played. It was the one called, “I Want You!” It was the most romantic music I’ve ever heard. No sooner than I had everything on and was ready to go - my telephone rang. I answered the phone and there it was...the voice I often heard in my dreams and prayed to God each day and night to soon hear again. It was as if I heard the voice of an Angel, but I knew it was Asia. My knees began to buckle as my voice cracked and struggled to get a word out. As the wells of my eyes began to swell with water I spoke hello and quickly smiled. I did not want to risk passing out, so I sat down on the corner of my bed.
As Asia and I began to converse I discovered that she was open to seeing me that night. I forgot about the plans I had for that evening and the fact that I had a tuxedo on did not phase me one bit. I told Asia I’d be right over to visit her so that we could catch up in person. As she gave me her address, my buddy Marvin was singing in the background, “I Want You!” I always wanted to be with Asia, but I wanted to be with her in the right way, the same way - I wanted her to want me the way that I wanted her.
I carried the CD with me in my car and played it all the way over to Asia’s house. I listened to and understood each and every word Marvin was saying. So much so that I thought I was the one who wrote the words to the songs.
I finally arrived at Asia’s home and quickly took a few deep breaths before I got out of the car. I also grabbed the CD I was playing all night long and placed it in my pocket. I rang her doorbell and there she was. She was everything I remembered. I never had a picture of Asia, but I always kept her thoughts in my heart. The radiant smile and the bubbly brown eyes she had when I met her were still there to the very moment she opened her door and greeted me with a warm, sensitive hug. I mean it was a nice hug - the kind where she took her finger and just stroked my back - from the base of my neck, zigzagged down and right above my ass! I could only close my eyes and enjoy her touch for that brief moment.
As Asia invited me in I couldn’t help but notice the curious look on her face. I guess she was wondering why I was wearing a tuxedo. I quickly explained that I had planned on attending a scholarship ball that evening. I was quick to tell her that they already had my money per the ticket I had purchased and I was going solo. My catching up with her was the most important item on my agenda for that night!
Soulful Serenade!
Asia had a bottle of white wine sitting on her smoked-glass coffee table. We both drank and told each other what we had been doing since we last saw each other. As I spoke and told Asia about myself, I could not help but notice her eye’s undressing me from head to toe. I remembered that I had my Marvin Gaye CD in my pocket and asked Asia to play it as we went down the avenues of memory lane.
As Mr. Marvin crooned for us in the background, my eye’s grew heavier and my voice softer - yet, still commanding. I took Asia’s hand into mine and held it ever so tender. As our fingers began to interlock I did not hesitate to place my lips onto her soft, sexy smile. Slowly, I placed my tongue through her lips and caressed every inch of her mouth. The longer I kissed her and held her within my arms I could feel her door to heart begin to open ever so slowly. Asia firmly placed her hands across my chest and pushed back across her cream leather sofa.
Slowly, the event I dressed up for was about to unfold. Only…it was for Asia. She began to undress me as if I was a surprise present given to someone on their birthday. First my gold collar button came off with a sensuous bite from Asia. Eventually, more of those sensuous bites began to unbutton the rest of my gold shirt buttons. My smooth, muscular chest exposed provided the perfect appetizer for my dear friend. It was incredible. Each stroke of her tongue across my ripped chest and ab’s made me want to taste the honey my thirst longed desired. Instead, I had to accept the fact that Asia wanted to maintain steady control of the moment. That, I did not mind at all!
Asia’s hands of Silk left me with my eye’s closed as the tips of her polished nails stoked both sides of my chest. My manhood was about to shine as it was pressed firmly against Asia’s throat. Her gentle kisses were strong enough to unbutton and unzip the trousers of my tuxedo. First went my Colehan shoes followed by one leg and then the other. I’m sitting there in my silk Victoria Secret Boxer shorts at my peak. Yet, Asia refused to disappoint a brother. Gentle kisses here and there, down my stem and back to the top again. Asia took every bit of me and let me touch the back of her throat.
The gentleman in me wanted to be fair about this. So, I began to pull my baby’s dress off of her to expose the hive that contained the honey I desired. For a moment there I kind of felt like Whinny-the- Pooh when he stuck his hand in a jar of honey. One dip and taste - he smiled and gladly went back for more. My thumb and the rest of the fingers on my hand were wet with the honey of Asia. In my mouth and back to the hive again. Yes, it was finger licking good. Just as every bee must do - into the hive I had to go. And that’s exactly where I went.
Mr. Marvin was perfect for the moment too! I’m tasting the honey of my long-lost love and there’s Mr. Marvin crooning away. “Since I had you girl..I haven’t had the taste of no other’s love. Since I had you girl…I haven’t had no one else’s honey!” That was the case of myself. I was not concerned with yesterday or where Asia had been. I was in love with the very moment of two lovers that once fell in love, went their separate ways and again found each other. It was beautiful!
After a good hour of honey dipping - the time was right for us to become one physically! Slowly, I raised my chin and touched both sides of Asia’s inner thighs to let her know it was about that time. She understood and gracefully obliged my request. I raised myself from the leather sofa and bent Asia over her smoked glass coffee table. There she was - both arms extended waiting for my entry. Slowly, I entered Asia’s ocean of love. Her tides to her waters were warm and welcoming to the touch. My manhood waded for a minute, but Asia’s warm currents slowly pulled me in deeper and deeper!
It felt so good to be immersed within Asia’s Ocean. I felt complete and whole for the moment. But, I knew it would last this time. That was the vibe I was getting as I heard Asia’s breathing get deeper and slower with each love-thrusting dive I took within her waters. Tears started to fall one drop at a time on Asia’s smoked-glass coffee table and I could not help but be concerned. However, I knew those were the tears of passion, as I was encouraged to keep going. Yep, and that’s just what I continued to do!
Without leaving the warm waters I had long to swim - I slowly turned Asia around and gently placed her in the corner of her leather sofa. She was cradled like a new born - just much older and physically mature. As our eyes connected…I placed my lips to hers and rocked the night away.
As the night progressed and the moon soon left, slowly the sun made its return from the day before as Asia and I lay cuddled together. We had fell asleep while joined in the heat of our very own passion. I promised Asia I would never leave her side. Asia smiled and vowed to never leave mine.
My trousers were within arms reach, so I decided to reach into my pockets to get the one thing I had carried for a long time. I asked my angel to come live with me, to come be with me, to be with me in comfort as I placed the 2 CT. Princess Cut Platinum Diamond ring on her left hand. My baby smiled and gracefully agreed to spend the rest of her life with me.
We sealed our agreement with a kiss and made our way to her candle lit bathroom. There we took a bubble bath together and made plans for brunch that morning. The rest of day was spent with laughter, smiles, happiness and forever, unending togetherness.
Our wedding is set for a weekend in June!