Comments on: love letters http://thisfish.com/love-letters/ Found the bike. Not changing the title. Mon, 06 Apr 2026 05:54:12 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0.4 By: michybrit http://thisfish.com/love-letters/#comment-3461 michybrit Wed, 07 Jan 2004 23:14:06 +0000 http://thisfish.com/?p=595#comment-3461 <p>loved that.</p> loved that.

]]> By: David http://thisfish.com/love-letters/#comment-3460 David Wed, 07 Jan 2004 21:39:01 +0000 http://thisfish.com/?p=595#comment-3460 <p>I dont think they have necessarily gone out of style, I just dont think many people have skills in the fine art of love letter writing, I blame it on people not reading anymore. My girlfriend gives me a book entitled "Why Tamar Loves Dave" I counter with a "101 reasons I love Tamar" list of my own, she gives me a 2004 calender filled with scheduled playdates, anniversarys and sleepovers, I stick love letters under her car windshield at work or hide them in shoes before I leave in the morning. Being romantic is hard and you always need to be one step ahead of the competition but when I see my girlfriend with a huge smile on her face, it's totally worth it. Extremely sappy I know, but I thought I should chime in.</p> I dont think they have necessarily gone out of style, I just dont think many people have skills in the fine art of love letter writing, I blame it on people not reading anymore. My girlfriend gives me a book entitled “Why Tamar Loves Dave” I counter with a “101 reasons I love Tamar” list of my own, she gives me a 2004 calender filled with scheduled playdates, anniversarys and sleepovers, I stick love letters under her car windshield at work or hide them in shoes before I leave in the morning. Being romantic is hard and you always need to be one step ahead of the competition but when I see my girlfriend with a huge smile on her face, it’s totally worth it. Extremely sappy I know, but I thought I should chime in.

]]> By: Lisa http://thisfish.com/love-letters/#comment-3459 Lisa Wed, 07 Jan 2004 17:50:16 +0000 http://thisfish.com/?p=595#comment-3459 <p>Lovely post as always. </p><br /><br /><p>(I've just nominated you for every Bloggie awards category I could, Fish - you're the best!)</p> Lovely post as always.

(I’ve just nominated you for every Bloggie awards category I could, Fish – you’re the best!)

]]> By: Patron Saint of Drunken Fornication http://thisfish.com/love-letters/#comment-3458 Patron Saint of Drunken Fornication Wed, 07 Jan 2004 12:09:50 +0000 http://thisfish.com/?p=595#comment-3458 <p>Ah, high school sweethearts. Mine was Erin, and ours was an intense, heady romance that lasted... what? A year, year and a half, maybe. My mother hated her guts, and still does to this day. For no reason. We had friends who were meddlesome, too. In the end, we broke up; well, she broke up with me. I was despondent for... weeks? Months? I don't know. It stands as the most intense emotional pain I've ever experienced, still.</p><br /><br /><p>Not long after we broke up, Erin announced that she was pregnant. "There's no possible way that this baby is yours", she said. I thought there was a chance, mathematically. There must have been an intervening period, because she was certain of it. We went our separate ways. I joined the Air Force, she married. I later married, divorced, finished my four years in the Air Force.</p><br /><br /><p>I went back to the old home town, and looked Erin up. The baby was a girl, a rambunctious thing, and had a little brother, too. The boy's father had trouble with the concept of fidelity, and he and Erin were divorced. We didn't get back together, just hung out for a while, then she was gone again.</p><br /><br /><p>Years passed. Seventeen of 'em. For the first fourteen or so, we were completely out of touch with one another. Then she signed up at classmates.com (before they started charging for membership) and asked me in a message board, "Would it be okay if I emailed you?"</p><br /><br /><p>Uh-oh.</p><br /><br /><p>Sure, I said, fire away. I was married again, had been for about seven years, and with no intention of quitting. I made the vow, and that was that. So we emailed back and forth from time to time, got caught up as much as you can with someone you're not going to fully open up to. She was divorced from her second husband, her kids were grown. The oldest had started early, made her a grandma. My one kid, a daughter, was in middle school. Chit chat chit chat...</p><br /><br /><p>I ended up divorcing wife number three. It was inevitable, and Erin had nothing to do with it. Not a thing.</p><br /><br /><p>But on March 10th, we'll have been living together for a year. It's a long way from high school to middle age, but we're sweethearts again. <a href="http://www.tcwellness.com/article.lasso?id=0655">Joined In Oneness With The Twin Flames Of Our Souls.</a></p><br /><br /><p>She still has some of the poems I wrote for her all those years ago.</p> Ah, high school sweethearts. Mine was Erin, and ours was an intense, heady romance that lasted… what? A year, year and a half, maybe. My mother hated her guts, and still does to this day. For no reason. We had friends who were meddlesome, too. In the end, we broke up; well, she broke up with me. I was despondent for… weeks? Months? I don’t know. It stands as the most intense emotional pain I’ve ever experienced, still.

Not long after we broke up, Erin announced that she was pregnant. “There’s no possible way that this baby is yours”, she said. I thought there was a chance, mathematically. There must have been an intervening period, because she was certain of it. We went our separate ways. I joined the Air Force, she married. I later married, divorced, finished my four years in the Air Force.

I went back to the old home town, and looked Erin up. The baby was a girl, a rambunctious thing, and had a little brother, too. The boy’s father had trouble with the concept of fidelity, and he and Erin were divorced. We didn’t get back together, just hung out for a while, then she was gone again.

Years passed. Seventeen of ‘em. For the first fourteen or so, we were completely out of touch with one another. Then she signed up at classmates.com (before they started charging for membership) and asked me in a message board, “Would it be okay if I emailed you?”

Uh-oh.

Sure, I said, fire away. I was married again, had been for about seven years, and with no intention of quitting. I made the vow, and that was that. So we emailed back and forth from time to time, got caught up as much as you can with someone you’re not going to fully open up to. She was divorced from her second husband, her kids were grown. The oldest had started early, made her a grandma. My one kid, a daughter, was in middle school. Chit chat chit chat…

I ended up divorcing wife number three. It was inevitable, and Erin had nothing to do with it. Not a thing.

But on March 10th, we’ll have been living together for a year. It’s a long way from high school to middle age, but we’re sweethearts again. Joined In Oneness With The Twin Flames Of Our Souls.

She still has some of the poems I wrote for her all those years ago.

]]> By: bikefox http://thisfish.com/love-letters/#comment-3457 bikefox Wed, 07 Jan 2004 10:45:46 +0000 http://thisfish.com/?p=595#comment-3457 <p>that was moving.<br /><br />thank-you</p> that was moving.

thank-you

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