- Charles Bukowski, Women (via dulzet)
Text messages ARE the new love letters. It’s the same concept of writing and “pressing” send as before. Sure maybe you had till the next time the post office was opened, but now they are more raw, more in the moment than ever.
The difference is that rather than receiving the message weeks later you get it at the exact time someone feels the emotion. The exact time that person is thinking of you and ONLY you.
The difference is that now we put so much doubt into the words written to us; the words we write to others.
This world has thought us not to trust anyone, regardless of how well we know the person. We are told that everyone is out to use us, not to be so naive, so trusting, and most especially, so giving.
Everyone is out to get you, and unlike ever before, you belive that everyone has a bad intention. AND THAT IS THE PROBLEM.
How about trusting a little, and when I say this, I mean listening to that little voice inside that says either “this person is trying to fuck me over” or “this person is genuin.” Not the one that says “fuck it” most of the time because you don’t know the difference, and you have given up on trying to.
You know what I am talking about.
I go with my instinct; I know the people that are able to hurt me and the ones that I am able to hurt. The hardship is in the ability to be honest with yourself, and knowing where you stand and place people, and being able to see where they place you.
I write to you, not because I’m drunk and can’t control myself. Not because it’s the new year, or to tease you, or fuck with your mind, or even worst, in my own hopes that you comply to my wildest imagination.
I write because I want you to know, that I am thinking of you, that I love you. Whether it’s temperary or ever lasting, this is the feelings I have for you in this exact moment. These feelings that are written down can’t ever be denied as if they were simply said and forgotten. This is more worthy of that. This is worth RECORDING.
And that’s what love letters are all about, even in the form of text messages.
An out cry of what is true, this precise feeling that I could never speak; that maybe I show through my actions, but could never deny in my writter words.
And this is what I want you to know: regradless of your reciprocation, I feel for you and always will.
And you don’t have to respond, it’s an open ended question; just a statement that will go down in history that can’t ever be taken back, by me to you.
It has been written.