I have an abundance of letters, pictures, cards, and homemade…or prison made…gifts from his stay.
I look at them all the time and think “wow” did we really make it through all of the shit we went through?
He made this log cabin out of rolled up newspaper and rocks. It was my third year valentines day gift. It was so beautiful and detailed. The craftsmanship behind it took me by surprise.
The best part is that it opens up and there is a secret compartment inside it. I lifted up the compartment and there was a beautiful note that literally touched my heart. The entire thing just brought tears to my eyes.
How in the world could someone love ME so much? Of all people…me?
What in the world did I do to deserve this kind of love?
I look at it today and I cry for more than one reason.
Although it is still the most beautiful thing I have ever received from any man, simply because it came straight from the heart and took I know a good few months to build…
It brings back so many painful memories as well…
Just as all of the contents of his drawer do.
I created this drawer in my nightside table for him. I kept everything he ever gave me in it. Gosh, there has to be enough letters to make a novel.
What is the title that Larry names his piece that he writes about Piper in the Orange Is The New Black?
“One sentence; two prisoners”
I never saw it as me being in “prison” per se, so let’s name it…
Hmm…
Love Has No limits.
Ha…
Funny , right?
I’m not sure ifI have ever told you about that story, so let’s just keep that one on the DL for now.
So, if one day you are walking past those shops on the sidewalks with the giant windows that display all these random books and magazines; you happen to see a book called “Love Has No Limits” and it has a picture of handcuffs on it…you might wanna check it out.
Not that I am ever going to publish that, but it is a thought now that I have mentioned it to put all the letters in order and make it into my own personal book.
Probably not a good idea.
There’s a hell of a lot of raw emotion when your loved one is incarcerated.
Damn.
Anyway, I got slightly off track.
He would send me a card or some creation he came up with for each special day of the year.
My birthday.
Christmas.
Valentines Day.
Hell, this wonderful man even sent me something for Mothers Day.
I’m a naturally emotional person, so I would cry like a little baby even at the sight of my name on an envelop before I ever opened it.
“HE LOVES ME!!! HE REALLY LOVES ME!!!”
It’s like…
“I just got a letter, I just got a letter, I just got a letter…wonder it’s it from?!”
I would even do a little dance and squeal with excitement.
I’m sure it was entertainment for the neighbors to see this lanky white girl walking to the mailbox going through the mail and seeing a letter from her man causing her to scream and jump up and down. All the other letters would fly in the air as I ran to the house to open it.
The funny thing is…
I’m not even kidding. I never skipped a beat. It was just natural.
Oh and just in case you guys are wondering about me continuing to use past tense, it’s because he is no longer in prison. If you’ve read my stuff before I think I started blogging when he had 10 months left or 6 or something like that.
The crazy shit you do when you’re in love, huh?
XoXo.