Dear J,
Please forgive me if I should come on too strongly, but I can no longer contain my affections without being driven to insanity. I tried to push these feelings aside but they always come back stronger than ever. The very thought of you sends my mind racing and sets my heart aflame. Yet my soul is vexed with the terror of your retreatment from my foolhardy advances. Nothing else matters anymore even as I realise the irrationality of my thoughts and actions. My life no longer belongs to me alone as I continue to wait for your reply. A pox on Cupid for inflicting me with this madness! I wish I knew how to remove his arrow of “infatuation” so that life may return to normal and that I can function again. But is that what I really wish for?
Perhaps I don’t want this madness to end. Madness seems a better companion than shame and grief, for I shall be shamed for my impudence, and I shall grieve at my pathetic state of being rejected by you. Even though I realise that I am making a fool of myself, I still can’t help writing this – I think I’m falling for you, head over heels, heart over mind…
I am no wordsmith; the only thing I have to offer is sincerity. Along with my sincerity, I would also like to present to you the following sonnet by Shakespeare:
What is your substance, whereof are you made,
That millions of strange shadows on you tend?
Since every one hath, every one, one shade,
And you, but one, can every shadow lend.
Describe Adonis, and the counterfeit
Is poorly imitated after you;
On Helen’s cheek all art of beauty set,
And you in Grecian tires are painted new:
Speak of the spring and foison of the year;
The one doth shadow of your beauty show,
The other as your bounty doth appear;
And you in every blessed shape we know.
In all external grace you have some part,
But you like none, none you, for constant heart.
I hope this letter reaches you. I do not know what I intend to achieve with this letter, as often happens with me. I suppose I just wish to be given a chance to befriend you at the very least. This sounds pathetic, I know, but I guess I have thrown my pride away to the winds.
Wishing you good health, all the best, and more.
Sincerely,
M
Oh dear god run “j” whoever you are just run. This guy is way too high maintenance
Have you considered talking to him? Let him know how you feel. Meaning, NO reading between the lines! Get to the point.
@1st Anonymous: Can you please explain to me how does this make me a high maintenance guy?
@2nd Anonymous: I only have his email and I don’t know how else to contact him without scaring him away…
email him with the offer of getting together for a cup of coffee (or other neutral beverage). Until he knows of your interest, he may not consider you a potential anything. Once he knows that you like him, you should get a better idea of where he stands on his feelings for you. After all, he could be pining away for you too.
Talk to him.
We are in different countries… Am I dreaming too much?
for a second there i thought you were that asshole who was trying to get with my boyfriend i was going to tell you that you were blocked from his accounts for a reason, friendship was offered but your selfless wants overshadowed everything else, i was going to tell you one more time to find a way of growing your self respect because it keeps letting you down, i was going to tell you that you had your chance to make him happy, to be happy with him but you chose a substance high rather then just a natural one; i was going to tell you that you ruined your life and no one else is responsible for the actions you took; i love him and if i keep finding out that you are waiting for him outside his job; just know this is your last warning… but since that’s not you and you aren’t him have a nice day and hope that while finding your way you think about not just your happiness but that of the person who supposedly loved you…