Dear Tahara

Dear Tahara,

When I first saw you I was instantly tickled by the excitement that you might be the sort of person that I would like to get to know better. I had been told next to nothing about you, which put you in a different boat to everyone else because I had some interest in exploring who you were. You were unchartered territory for me to discover.

The first thing that struck me about you was not your exquisite beauty. Beauty by itself is not such a special quality. It reveals almost nothing about the depth of the soul, speaks little to the imagination, and some of the worst people I know are also the most beautiful. That isn’t to say that the slender contours of your body, the sparkle of your blue eyes, and the innocent confusion of your smile didn’t catch my breath; they did, but their significance melted away in the space between the beat of your lashes when a more interesting quality of yours came up to greet me. Your quiet shyness clutched at my heart with gorgeous sincerity and would not let go until I solved the mystery that the momentary white flash of teeth in your fleeting smile appeared to pose. As sweet confusion clouded my judgement I realised I would be happy spending the rest of my life in the vanity of your smile’s deduction.

The truth about the richness of how you left me enraptured lies in the oddness of your being. Oddness not to denote strangeness (it is obvious that that particular misnomer should be a prerequisite for interest), rather oddness in the sense of being the opposite of even—it seemed the sum of your parts added to discord with the thrilling enigmatic whole that is you. Most others blessed (or cursed) with your seraphic golden hair and captivating gaze would find no discomfort in meeting me in the eyes. Conversely, according to the basic principles of social confusion it would usually be someone who looked like you that would be causing me discomfort for having to look into your eyes. The space between the invisible down of your cheekbone and the serenity of your pupil as it bobs in the blue ocean of the iris is a space where I lost myself. It is a space that since meeting you I have never really left.

You darted in, out and across my vision without moving a muscle and in that manner have since darted in, out and across my imagination a millions times, leaving with you the fantasial dust of which you are composed. I’ve dreamt entire lives for us together. Thousands of years have passed in the confines of my mind where we are held captive, compelled to fulfil my imagined duet of togetherness and being—actors on the stage of my longing.

I want you to be here with me. I want to be confused by you and I want to confuse you. I want to have the opportunity to tell you I love you because I love what it is that is you and not what I imagine of you. I want at the very least to hold you, to touch your trembling skin and hold the magnetism of your pulse against my lips.
With every beat of your heart my soul quakes, drawn closer to you with every breath. I await the moment we may meet again.


Love Michael




Dear Michael,

Thank you for the lovely letter. You really do have a way with words.
This is kind of embarrassing, I’ve never received a letter in the mail before (especially not a love letter ☺) and I wasn’t really sure how to send something back in the post (how old school are stamps!!) so I hope you don’t mind me replying by facebook :-D. LOL I’m such a ditz….but what’s a girl to do?
I think you’re such a nice person. It’s so sweet of you to say those things about me. When I read your note it made me feel so good, like unwrapping presents on Christmas!
I’m trying to look past the awkwardness here but I guess I should just come out and say it. I wasn’t too shy to look you in the eyes; I have this condition called exotropia. It means my eyeballs deviate outwards….umm….”lazy eye”. ☹
I have glasses which sort of help but they make me look like such a nerd so I never wear them! Apparently you can get laser eye-surgery but I’m way too much of a pussy to go under the knife and anyway its meant to be really, really, really expensive.
About the whole love thing, I’m sort of seeing somebody right now so I don’t think it will really work out. Ben is amazing. He’s smart like you but really funny as well. Actually come to think of it I met him at that party where you and I met. You would have seen him; he was wearing this really cool leather jacket and a pair of white Cheap Mondays. Things are going quite well (going on our third date tonight) and fingers crossed he’s going to take me to his parents’ beach house in Jurien Bay next weekend! You guys should be friends, he just kind of gets people, you know?
Aww, I’m sorry. Your letter was really cute and it was lots of fun meeting you. I’m sure you’ll find the right girl for you some day.

Ciao XOXO

From Tahara