To Be or Not to Be...in Love...

Beloved Howard,

Much has NOT happened since I saw you last...in fact...the last time I saw you, was the last time truly felt i belonged to a lesser lifestyle....Well then, perhaps its best that I haven’t seen you in long...I often wonder what you get up to in your diseased, closeted and you “six-feet-from-the-edge” world...But then I get over it...”It doesn’t take much to distract immortality”...
It has, as you are well aware...always been a dream of mine to fall headfirst into L-for the way you kiss me-O-for the only conscious thought in my recessive brain-V-for the very elaborate scheme of things I have planned for you-E-for the extraordinary events that seem to cloud your life every time I’m around. You are perhaps also aware that the dream has always left me longing and aching...and more often than not highly disappointed. But that’s a price one pays for unconscious subcutaneous flesh grown after years of trial and ERROR. Error, just like any ordinary homebred owl, always leaves you reckless....not restless...eventually after all these years and years of errors I’ve been accustomed to it....yes reckless and thrilling for cheaper and cheaper avenues for self preservation and pleasuring. A small aspect of this wholesome existence is that the small aspects do not affect me anymore; neither do their causes and effects on lesser immortals. The world is a u much smaller place love. It has grown since you left but only in its physical existential dimension. It has shrunk down though in opportunities and love affairs for the soul, which no longer serve the humiliating purpose of chicken soup.
Do you remember love, when we created a world one day, we made love on sheets made of paper, and it ripped and cracked and crumpled and stained and smudged but we kept on until we both were about to deliver the world a beautiful orgasm, one never seen or heard of by virgins such as us. But you left me, hanging high and wet just before the climax and just before we had a chance to show the world how beautiful we were together.
That was the day I think I fell in love with you...the day you made me see heaven from a distance and almost let me touch it. The day we both made solemn vows to never lay eyes upon each other again, despite the several attempts thereafter. But do you remember how I came to you one of those days and told you that I had seen the face of an unknown Ghost, just then.
The Ghost is haunting my thoughts, with phantom promises of soul mate companionship...
Goodnight Love

Yours in Love again
Choleric