One Day I'd Love to Know the Name of the Recipient

November 20, 2010 originally composed July 2010:
I want to try something different. Here it goes:

To whoever you are, however insufficient: a love letter.

It is the 4th of July and I am in Cambridge sitting beside the Charles River. It is warm, bright and humid; typical for July 4th in Boston. Tonight there will be the most amazing fireworks show, fried dough and the banks of the Charles will be overflowing. The Pops will play in the hatch shell and I wish I could take you.

If you sit on the Boston side and stare out over the water, it is so peaceful (despite the crowds) right before the show starts. There is an inlet right next to the canons for the “1812 Overture” and if I took you, we would sit there. I think you’ll be able to see the fireworks from just about any spot. Last year it was foggy which sucked.

I think about you every night before I go to sleep: what your favorite color is, where you are and what is happening in your life, your hopes and dreams, if you like dogs and cats as much as I do, what your quirks are, what we will fight about, what you look like. I wish you strength and comfort and safety and patience to find and see me. I wish I could hold you against my chest and kiss you. I wish I could fall asleep on your breasts and run my hands all over your body and through your hair. I wish I knew what your smile looks like and if you will wink at me. I wish I knew what flowers to buy and arrange for you and how you like your laundry folded. I wish I knew if it was tea and/or coffee and which kinds. I wish I knew what your family is like and how you fit in with them. I wish I knew what will make you laugh. I can’t wait to gift you my sweetness and gentleness and I hope I never take your beauty for granted.

Mostly, I just long for you and your well being with every fiber of my body.

Until we meet.
Love,
Jacob