Out of the Blue

March 25, 2015

My Dearest R.

I wouldn’t be writing this letter if not for the dream I had about us last night. It was so warm and wonderful I really didn’t want to wake up. It was nothing scandalous if that’s what you were thinking. It was really rather simplistic. It was just you & I, you were smiling ear to ear.

After I woke up and the memory of the dream began to fade, I asked myself, why did I have this dream? No answers came to me. It could be just the REM stage of sleep with you in my long term memory banks. But that connected feeling in the dream speaks otherwise. Maybe it’s because I was worried that since your recent departure, I fear I may never see you again. Maybe it was my lizard brain trying to hold on.

The other big thing on my mind concerning you was another epiphany of sorts. Random thoughts that expressed quite clearly, that we have to let people be exactly who they are and not who we expect or fantasize them to be. I often wonder, will we ever truly get to know the real person in one another, or will this wither with time because it’s a doomed, unrequited, fantasy. Lots to think about my darling but I’m doing my best to move on in my life.

Hope this letter finds you as happy as you were in my dream,



A Wish & A Dream

March 4, 2015

Dear Raymond

The days are turning into weeks and soon the weeks will turn to months. And I’m not sure if you are still receiving my emails. So I came to the place where I can say openly how I feel and let you know I was thinking of you. I hope that things in your life are going well, I hope you’re still laughing and happy but most of all, I hope I haven’t been forgotten.

I’m running out of excuses to send you messages, so I sent you a couple videos I came across and hope you enjoy them. The new Led Zeppelin release was in the news so it made me think of you as you are such a devoted fan. I don’t know if I ever told you this story. When I was about 7 yrs old, I was lining up in the school yard and ran to be first in line. My teacher, Ms. Halfner, asked me what my favourite music was. I piped up, “Led Zeppelin” and her eye balls popped out of her head. But alas, yes it was me, at the ripe old age of eight, smoking cigarettes to impress my babysitter’s friends, all the while, being introduced to this great music. And it’s funny how certain albums were meant for certain stages in my life.

Also was starting to think of turning these letters & blogs into a book. My last book was fictional but inspired by true events. And no one has given me such inspiration the way our connection has. And since it’s still very much a wish and a dream, it could make for a pretty good story (even if most of it isn’t true) It’s the idea that propels us, motivates us and makes us reach higher. So enough of my random babbling for one day, I pray this letter brings you joy, makes you smile &(and if the gods are smiling on me) sets your heart aflame.

Miss ya,

Sage xx