17 Apr 2013

A love letter to a woman on the train

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Another week and another love letter submission from one of my readers which I feel lucky to share with you. Today’s version is a love letter to a woman on a train and is beautifully written. I hope it proves inspiring to some of you guys and gals out there and gets you to pick up that pen and start writing!

Dear Amorina,

You don’t know me, but I feel that I know quite a bit about you, starting with your name. You see, I sit somewhere near you every week day on the commuter train, and over the last year or so I have learned so much that I didn’t know before. For months after you started getting on and after I first noticed you, I longed to know your name. Then one day an old acquaintance of yours bumped into you on the ride and said it so I could hear – Amorina.

It’s good to have a name to savor when I think about you, and it certainly seems to be an appropriate name for you. From what I have observed and deducted so far, you are beautiful and intelligent, with a touch of the exotic and mysterious as well. I believe you must have some Indian blood, with a skin tone that is ever so slightly bronze, as if you have a perpetual light suntan. And the rich blackness of your flowing hair makes me certain that there is something of the eastern part of the world in you. Of course I couldn’t tell that from your accent, which is quite lovely and lilting. I do love to hear your voice when you speak to the conductor or make small talk with a seat mate – it’s a high point of the day for me.

Besides simply being a beautiful name, there is another reason yours resonates with me so much – it’s the title of one of my favorite Elton John songs. If you knew the song, you’d know why it’s such a magic thing that you have the same name. It’s a very sensual song, full of longing and imagery that expresses regrets and the sweet sorrow of reminiscences. More than that, in every word of the song, the singer says he loves her, but never uses the actual word, you just know it from the way he talks about her.

It’s very difficult to explain how much I love you, and why I have yet to even so much as say one word to you. No, I’m not the type who would follow you home or linger outside your window hoping for a glimpse – I respect you too much for that. But I can’t call what I feel for you anything but love, and I refuse to think that there is anything wrong with that. You see, I suffer from an extreme case of social anxiety, shyness, or call it what you will. My work lets me be alone, and I have few friends, especially in this town. The people I see on the train every day are the only ones who I feel close to, and you are the most important. I can only hope that someday I will be able to summon the courage to speak to you, and to get to know you better, and eventually tell you to your face what today I can only say in a letter you will never read – I love you with all my heart.

Your secret admirer,
Andrew

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