Elusive Butterfly

~from Irma~ Morning Michael

I'm taking a vacation day. Yeah, sigh, those pages are truly great, aren't they? But we are just a little prejudiced. Still, I believe while it might enthrall some readers, no one would really understand like we do. Maybe I could do something like that for the general public.

If you would allow me take some prose from your journal like your other friend did and weave my spell around it. Oh, yes, it would be a lot of work. But a labor of love, handled very tenderly. Hugs
Irma

The Man Who Loves Too Much

~from Michael~ Morning sweets..

...I like people, all kinds, all walks. There is something to be gained in knowing everyone. Good, bad, old, young, rich, poor, tall, short, male, female. I tend to get along better with females though, as not many men share the softer side of life that I see through other's eyes. A blessing I'll always embrace.

About the money. I was stating a fact actually. An accomplishment to myself. I could live on less money and be happy, as long as I have my friends. Now, I'm tired of living alone. I need to move on and get back on the saddle again. But, it's people, and dear ones like you that have been my salvation. You brighten my heart like you wouldn't believe! :-)

The Tin Man

~from Irma~

Yes, Michael, I am beginning to get the whole composite now, or at least a better picture of who you are.

I believe in instant connection, immediate rapport, unspoken understanding, uncontrollable passion and total surrender. That's what I'm looking for, longing for and waiting for. You don't order that off the menu.

More than just being in love, I believe in love. The real thing that neither time nor distance nor circumstances can touch. I don't know how all of that fits in with having a one and only for life. There are workable relationships and there is love which survives the impossible. I may never have a workable relationship. And that is lonely. But I have known reciprocal love.

And I have also known love that was not reciprocal. So painful. Never again. So you are the man who loves too much. As the tin man says, Now I know I have a heart, because it's breaking. This is my promise to you. To help you in your loneliness. That's all. However I can. If you cry and rust, I will oil you. If you cannot hear your heart ticking, listen to me. I will echo your beating heart. If you are far away from home, I will click my heels. I am not a good witch or a bad witch. But Toto and I have been down this road, clinging to each other. And we have met some very special people on the way, who like us, never knew, til there was validation. The great wizard can't do it. Only friends. U-GAF Irma

~from Michael~ Mmmmmm,
You are too precious! You are a good witch babe ( she really wasn't a witch, *G* I bet her name was Irma! ).. You and Toto make the world right for Tin Men.   :-)

I don't know that I'll find that elusive butterfly either. Most likely NOT at this stage. I don't look either.   Love finds me in the form of words typed out in emails, tears in semicolons, and hugs in Parentheses.

I have wept many times over my keyboard, at other's losses and pain over the last 3 1/2 years being on the net.   It was good for me to grow in my spirit. It was cleansing too. *sigh* You are my dancer.. my delightful dancer..   Irma.. :-)
Think I'll call it a night here..   the rain is pittering outside.   Great night for a fire, good movie, and a darling cuddled by me on the couch.. :-)   Join me in a dream.. ok?   Catch you later hon.
Love and hugs,
Michael<

A Dream

~from Michael~ Tonight is a dream. And I choose to dream of Irma. In a previous e-mail you wrote:
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~from Irma~ Hmmm, let's see if you remember the invitation to join you in a dream?

Michael TrueOne. Irma goodwingo. Neither one looking. Not at THIS stage of the game. Pretending to be friends. Each hoping the other does not know too much or see the sheer terror and utter despair. Keeping our chins above water. Knowing we are more than victims. Claiming to be survivors, even victors. Hazily seeing the beauty and love of life all around us like a banquet, as if a dream. Yet still clinging to "I am" as the only raft in an endless ocean of reality. Seeing each other floating in the distance. Offering words of comfort and encouragement.

Is this a dream or reality?

Tired of the fight. Giving up the masquerade. Letting go of the raft. Letting go of the stone. Swimming to each other's embrace. Trusting more than the senses, believing in magic, stronger than will. And now aided by the surge of the tide. That same tide which would destroy us, bringing us closer together. At last touching, the sea recedes. The land emerges under our feet. Smiling, wondering, scarcely daring to believe, yet at once knowing.

Everything is a dream.

Everything is a reality.

Irma
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~from Michael~ I have given up the fight. I no longer try to hide my heart, my concerns, nor my feelings.   It is too hard to fight what the heart feels.

I know that I would be putty in your hands. So the fear is very real..   I love loving you here, at a safe distance where you cannot capture me.   Steal me away from this mundane existence that is life.   You enrapture me in teasing "possibilities" that one only has a rare chance to seize. Yet bids danger to the future of said stability.   You are exciting..

You bring tantilizing visions to make my heart pound.. Perhaps the she-lion prowls?

I shall be there.. waiting at your chamber door.. to release your bindings, dress you in caressing silk nightwear.   Guiding you gently to your soft bed.. A long and gentle kiss of our lips says "sleep well my dear.. dream of a time that was in perfection, a time that will be magnificent, a time that none can ever take from you.. because it was MADE for you in this moment of love."
Have a wonderful Sunday hon..
Love and kisses,
Michael

FOOTNOTE: Michael is now with the woman he loves. And Irma is so very happy for him. Love is not as elusive as we make it to be. Sometimes it is sitting right on our shoulders! Please take care of your own love and it will return to you. But even if you are not with a special partner, you can still keep your heart alive - with words, with dreams, and dear sweet friends. Michael's homepage may be found on my links page under Love & Poetry. When you visit, please sign his guestbook and tell him Irma sent you. Thanks.