alexander Bespeckled Here's hoping you will meet my absurd expectations and satisfy me in the way I think I've only truly, completely, totally experience love one time before. Here's hoping you will be my best friend, my one confident, my true soulmate, the one person who understands me more than anyone else does and who I understand more completely than anyone else. I can almost fear the tears welling because -- as I articulate what I wish so dearly to be true, I begin to realize will never be true at all. I don't get you. You don't get me. I suppose it's only downhill from here. I would give anything to reverse this. In every other way this was a match made in heaven. 090813 ... Bespeckled Maybe this is a sign I should stop dating Republicans. 090813 ... Bespeckled I came here looking for you and only found more of me. 100217 ... Bespeckled Nothing dramatic to say tonight, my love. In case you should find this someday, and read, not totally understanding, I love you. You love me. We love each other. We get along so completely, so well. We complement and finish each other. Do you get me? No. Will you ever? Who knows. I don't think so. We're not really kindred spirits. But there is so much love, so much caring, so much appreciation. (And your lips are so smooth and padded, like a kitten's paw. Your cheekbones so lovely, sloping...) You are my sweet dear one, my pocketed, private love. How can anything stand in the way? Really, the rest is just inconsequential. 101008 what's it to you? who go blather from