Soul Sensations

Dear The One,

Want to know something odd about me? You don’t?

Let me explain.

I have always wanted a woman who loves me for the things I write. Kind of unusual, maybe.

For me there’s this sensation when the right words flow out of my fingertips and into the world. It’s as though my soul is on an express lane out of my body and into the universe. You see these words as text on a webpage, I see them as a portion of myself on display. If a woman likes my looks and mannerisms, or the style of clothes I wear and how I move—that’s all fine. But if a woman reads the words I write and falls in love with the essence I’m expressing…that’s intimate. That’s so real. This is why for the first time I’m writing freely! No agenda besides expression. No expression that is fake or polished. Just a blatant declaration of who I am, and little about this flesh and bone that carries my mind.

Either that’s the scariest thing you’ve ever read or the most beautiful thought you’ve ever paused to contemplate. For me it’s both of those things.

I am Aaron.

That's really all I have to say.

Sincerely,

that internet guy