Was it an Unrequited Love Letter to Him, or an Unexpected Love Letter to Myself?
Revisiting an epic billet doux, one year later.
Love loves an obstacle.
No great romance exists without a hurdle to overcome, a foil to un-foil.
Mine was a numb heart. It was injured years ago and then soothed to complacency from six years spent in a “little r” relationship, one where my needs were met but my heart remained out of reach.
Leaving that relationship felt freeing, liberating, and right. I relished my romantic solitude, my body a neutral space while I focused on creative projects and friendships. I felt at peace.
But soon I wondered: Was this a life I wanted for myself, one free of passion? For a good while, I couldn’t be bothered. I had too many other pursuits, like my newfound passion for writing. My numbness was serving me well, for now.
But did I want to be done?
And could I trust myself to make that call through my romantic numbness?
I decided to test that question — and the bounds of my heart, hope, and libido — and posted a profile on Facebook Dating.
Facebook defaults to show matches within what appears to be a 200-mile radius. Turns out, there’s a windfall…
