Tuesday, October 17, 2017
Love Letter #3
By Alfonzo Tucker (Columnist)
Published May 26, 2011


(For every woman who needs confidence)

Hello Future Love,

Earlier today while I was running errands, I passed you at the local mall. I was so engrossed in getting to my destination that I did not notice you visually, I smelled you and the soft sweet scent of honeysuckle captured my attention. My appointment no longer held me captive as your aroma freed me from my obligations. I could not find you as I stood there searching for you while turning in a complete circle. My next inhale released the corners of my lips, allowing them to perk up and point towards the ceiling. I wanted so urgently to see you and offer the smile that you created, yet that moment passed along with your fragrance.

As I gathered myself and moved on with my day, I found my pace less urgent. While standing in line, I lost train of thought and secretly wished to have laid eyes on you. For a brief moment I became sad as fantasies led me to wonder if I had lost touch with who should have been my better half. The corners of my lips fell, and then I heard a soft feminine laugh. The tone of your voice offered me hope, as I believed the woman for me, I had not bypassed. I simply needed a wake up call so as to greet her when we crossed paths.

While walking to my car, my shoulders seemed to position themselves a bit higher then normal. I casually offered a stout “hello” to the women I strutted by. When I opened the exit door, we accidently touched hands. “Excuse me,” were the words that came from my mouth yet my mind was reacting to my heart beating fast. When you walked by me, I heard you say, “Chivalry is not dead.” If it were not for the diamond resting on the index finger of your left hand, I would have offered you my name with a heightened sense of being glad.

The walk to my car was short, yet the parking lot seemed to be well over a mile and a half. In transit home, I waited for the traffic light to turn green. A startling car horn brought me out of my daydream. I was in a trance, wishing myself driving home to a meal prepared with various flavors by you. Salivation forced me to swallow many times as I laughed to myself happily excited about one day having you!

Love may not be guaranteed; yet peacefully preparing your self for love will set you free!




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