20 points
The Beautiful Letter by maccabee Shelley
May 20th, 2006 12:42 PM
May 25
Macc,
None of these letters would have been written if not for the SFzero task. Smoke, drink, eat like shit (you do get plenty of exercise), don’t worry about retirement, and have all the unprotected sex you can get. Is there any reason I should love you? You haven’t convinced anyone. Sometimes you make some art or music, but everyone knows you are just copying yourself at this point. And you never come through with the products you promise. How many paintings and books have you said you would make for friends? So what can I say: shape up or fuck off? How should I know what shape you should be in?
Fuck off
I love you.
May 24
Have you ever thought that maybe it’s not love? That you’re only staying together because it’s easier than any alternative? Maybe it’s time to move on. You always say that you’ll have to get over me before you can move on and love another, but hey, fuck you. You haven’t really loved me in years. And you’re a shitty lay.
May 21
Macc,
You’re not blowing anyone’s mind here…least of all mine. You sound like you’re just trying to hook up with me and you’re definitely not even on the path to that (and I’m easy). Why don’t you quit lying and try to write something a little sincere; that straight-forward emo shit is wayyy out of style.
You’re cute and everything, but get a fucking life.
-m
May 20
Maccabee,
Over time we have grown so close that I have forgotten to acknowledge you. You are the first person I see each morning; my first touch, but I cannot remember the last time I said “good morning” or “good night” or “I love you.”
I want to do the best I can by you. I know I do well in many ways, but we are so close that I still feel I am letting you down. I feed your body, provide a place to sleep, introduce you to friends, and do more for you than I will ever really know, but I want to give you happiness, security, and strength. I want to make you love me back. I don’t expect to do it with this letter; this is only a start, a reassurance of my commitment to you because if nothing else, we are in this together. We are one; bound if not by love, then what?
I wonder how I can make these words actually mean something to you. I know you think talk is cheap, so I ask you to remember that action takes time and to hang with me. Stay with me.
Firstly I promise to express my love more, in ways that you will really find meaningful. I will also strive to take better care of you and have more respect for your body. I will watch out for you and be there to make you happy when no one else is.
I know that somewhere inside you feel the same, so I implore you to make these same commitments to me and to add to them as you will.
The most sincere love I have ever expressed,
-Maccabee
The thought of going on without you sends chills through me. Only your radiance can warm me. Your breath is the foundation of my life. As I thrive in your presence I languish in your absence.
Alone in vast, empty, dark space where time speeds to and from every direction I have always felt a gentle, overwhelming pull that seems to take hold of every point I am, not like the savage grab of black holes, the siren’s call of the earth’s moon, the confused oscillations of young nebulae, or some devil on my shoulder coaxing me toward the nearest sun, but a waft of the scent diffusing from the only patch of flowers in the universe drawing directly on my soul, forcing the body to meander unconsciously cosmically about the source. There have been glimmers immeasurably distant and flickers eternally evanescent, but when first I saw your light and felt pulled as I always have been, I began to understand. The closer and faster we came together, more and more light reflected between us making colors for the stars to understand. And for a moment that I will always keep with me, the pulling ceased and I didn’t think at all. As we began to drift apart I felt the pull stronger than before and knew we would come ‘round again.
Macc,
None of these letters would have been written if not for the SFzero task. Smoke, drink, eat like shit (you do get plenty of exercise), don’t worry about retirement, and have all the unprotected sex you can get. Is there any reason I should love you? You haven’t convinced anyone. Sometimes you make some art or music, but everyone knows you are just copying yourself at this point. And you never come through with the products you promise. How many paintings and books have you said you would make for friends? So what can I say: shape up or fuck off? How should I know what shape you should be in?
Fuck off
I love you.
May 24
Have you ever thought that maybe it’s not love? That you’re only staying together because it’s easier than any alternative? Maybe it’s time to move on. You always say that you’ll have to get over me before you can move on and love another, but hey, fuck you. You haven’t really loved me in years. And you’re a shitty lay.
May 21
Macc,
You’re not blowing anyone’s mind here…least of all mine. You sound like you’re just trying to hook up with me and you’re definitely not even on the path to that (and I’m easy). Why don’t you quit lying and try to write something a little sincere; that straight-forward emo shit is wayyy out of style.
You’re cute and everything, but get a fucking life.
-m
May 20
Maccabee,
Over time we have grown so close that I have forgotten to acknowledge you. You are the first person I see each morning; my first touch, but I cannot remember the last time I said “good morning” or “good night” or “I love you.”
I want to do the best I can by you. I know I do well in many ways, but we are so close that I still feel I am letting you down. I feed your body, provide a place to sleep, introduce you to friends, and do more for you than I will ever really know, but I want to give you happiness, security, and strength. I want to make you love me back. I don’t expect to do it with this letter; this is only a start, a reassurance of my commitment to you because if nothing else, we are in this together. We are one; bound if not by love, then what?
I wonder how I can make these words actually mean something to you. I know you think talk is cheap, so I ask you to remember that action takes time and to hang with me. Stay with me.
Firstly I promise to express my love more, in ways that you will really find meaningful. I will also strive to take better care of you and have more respect for your body. I will watch out for you and be there to make you happy when no one else is.
I know that somewhere inside you feel the same, so I implore you to make these same commitments to me and to add to them as you will.
The most sincere love I have ever expressed,
-Maccabee
The thought of going on without you sends chills through me. Only your radiance can warm me. Your breath is the foundation of my life. As I thrive in your presence I languish in your absence.
Alone in vast, empty, dark space where time speeds to and from every direction I have always felt a gentle, overwhelming pull that seems to take hold of every point I am, not like the savage grab of black holes, the siren’s call of the earth’s moon, the confused oscillations of young nebulae, or some devil on my shoulder coaxing me toward the nearest sun, but a waft of the scent diffusing from the only patch of flowers in the universe drawing directly on my soul, forcing the body to meander unconsciously cosmically about the source. There have been glimmers immeasurably distant and flickers eternally evanescent, but when first I saw your light and felt pulled as I always have been, I began to understand. The closer and faster we came together, more and more light reflected between us making colors for the stars to understand. And for a moment that I will always keep with me, the pulling ceased and I didn’t think at all. As we began to drift apart I felt the pull stronger than before and knew we would come ‘round again.
