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Tumbleweed, who just moved here - m4w (last breathe before I drown) Just came up to the surface, for one last breathe before I sink down again and drown. Time for Mother Nature to take me, as I can’t fight anymore. She has beaten me. Your last words said some of the worst things I have ever read. There were some really nice words in there, but I never thought I would read the others. I asked you to clarify a few things, and instead you completely disappeared, taking your posts with you. I know you see this post. Do you still see me? I will *never* *not* see you. Double negative, there, and I know you do see *that*, my Love. Are you really gone forever? Please let me drown in peace, and knowing the truth. Going out wondering really sucks. (Posted on Craig’s List on 28 May 2010) Click for high-res photo

Tumbleweed, who just moved here - m4w (last breathe before I drown)

Just came up to the surface, for one last breathe before I sink down again and drown. Time for Mother Nature to take me, as I can’t fight anymore. She has beaten me.

Your last words said some of the worst things I have ever read. There were some really nice words in there, but I never thought I would read the others.

I asked you to clarify a few things, and instead you completely disappeared, taking your posts with you.

I know you see this post. Do you still see me? I will *never* *not* see you. Double negative, there, and I know you do see *that*, my Love.

Are you really gone forever? Please let me drown in peace, and knowing the truth. Going out wondering really sucks.

(Posted on Craig’s List on 28 May 2010)

Bird - M4W - 62 (Border Town) Joanna. I had the most incredible dream of you last night. You were lying next to me In my tent out here In the Desert. You were Just smiling, In the darkness I could see your thick dark hair. I could smell you, Feel you as if you were right here next to me. My hands moved down the curve of your flawless back so smooth, Tanned and so warm under my touch. We were so close I could smell your breath. You were looking at me as if you could finally see my soul, My broken body, My Love for you. As I moved to kiss your mouth….You were gone, Just as In real Life. So? Once more for the Universe to Hear……..You are and will be the only love of my life, Be good to your self. (Posted on Craig’s List on 25 May 2010)

Bird - M4W - 62 (Border Town)

Joanna. I had the most incredible dream of you last night. You were lying next to me In my tent out here In the Desert. You were Just smiling, In the darkness I could see your thick dark hair. I could smell you, Feel you as if you were right here next to me. My hands moved down the curve of your flawless back so smooth, Tanned and so warm under my touch. We were so close I could smell your breath. You were looking at me as if you could finally see my soul, My broken body, My Love for you. As I moved to kiss your mouth….You were gone, Just as In real Life. So?

Once more for the Universe to Hear……..You are and will be the only love of my life, Be good to your self.

(Posted on Craig’s List on 25 May 2010)

We met when we were 4 years old - 26 We met at Little Darlings preschool, I don’t know if you still live in the city or not. I remember you always had a runny nose and I was doodling pictures of beheadings which the teacher thought disturbing. I didn’t even know what a beheading was then! You had sandy blonde hair and greenish blue eyes and kept punching the funny kid named Chucky in the arm. Hmm, I wonder if this is a long shot. If this is you, email me with what you’ve been doing for the last 22 years and your favorite color of play-do.  (Posted on Craig’s List on 23 May 2010) Click for high-res photo

We met when we were 4 years old - 26

We met at Little Darlings preschool, I don’t know if you still live in the city or not. I remember you always had a runny nose and I was doodling pictures of beheadings which the teacher thought disturbing. I didn’t even know what a beheading was then! You had sandy blonde hair and greenish blue eyes and kept punching the funny kid named Chucky in the arm. Hmm, I wonder if this is a long shot. If this is you, email me with what you’ve been doing for the last 22 years and your favorite color of play-do. 

(Posted on Craig’s List on 23 May 2010)

Lindaby seeking David James/James England - w4m (Princeton) Once, twice, thrice a year I send a missive to the universe in the hopes that you’re perusing this blasted site and lightning will strike twice. Every Kirsty McColl and Paul Weller song brings you to mind. There’s so much I’ve wanted to share with you—my Ralph Finnes close encounter, my new musical obsession, James Maddock, the books I’ve read, the movies I’ve seen, the places I’ve been. Hope you’ll provide the happy ending my movie script deserves… (Posted on Craig’s List on 24 March 2010)

Lindaby seeking David James/James England - w4m (Princeton)

Once, twice, thrice a year I send a missive to the universe in the hopes that you’re perusing this blasted site and lightning will strike twice. Every Kirsty McColl and Paul Weller song brings you to mind. There’s so much I’ve wanted to share with you—my Ralph Finnes close encounter, my new musical obsession, James Maddock, the books I’ve read, the movies I’ve seen, the places I’ve been. Hope you’ll provide the happy ending my movie script deserves…

(Posted on Craig’s List on 24 March 2010)

Looking for E. Rainford. - m4wThe missed connection of my life. (Posted on Craig’s List on 8th March, 2010) Click for high-res photo

Looking for E. Rainford. - m4w

The missed connection of my life.

(Posted on Craig’s List on 8th March, 2010)

without hope or agenda - w4m - 32 I write this, without hope or agenda. I am in love with you, M.G. I see your face and I literally cannot look away. I’m almost embarrassed of myself…you have captivated me and I don’t like it. I like to think of myself as uninterested in love and emotions of the heart; as someone who doesn’t need love to get through this life…a concept that is overrated and exaggerated and hyped by so many…but then your face comes into view and leaves me vulnerable…sad…left wanting to fill a void that no one has even come close to filling. Often, I’ll be driving in my car and hear myself softly stating a heart-wrenching ‘I love him’…and I’m not a self-talker. I am someone who has to be knocked off her feet, has to have a tiny piece of her heart stolen, for me to even notice you. It’s a rarity that this happens, that someone can make me heart pump a little harder, make me smile with the mere thought of him. My heart sinks…yet understands that this is all it can ever be. Something I can only imagine, an impossible daydream of what ifs. And I completely accept that. Does it leave me defeated, deflated, feeling lonelier than I thought I could? Of course, but I’m a realist. I’m not foolishly hopeful, delusional, nor someone who would even really pursue a guy. I prefer to admire from afar because it’s safer, easier, and hurts less (but does it? to never know love may hurt more…). I write this only to say it, simply for flattery, with zero expectations of a response or even a chance that you’d read it…but if the chance you do, just to let you know that someone thinks you are absolutely beautiful and wishes the best for you. (Originally posted on Craig’s List on 11 January 2010 and re-posted today) Click for high-res photo

without hope or agenda - w4m - 32

I write this, without hope or agenda. I am in love with you, M.G.

I see your face and I literally cannot look away. I’m almost embarrassed of myself…you have captivated me and I don’t like it. I like to think of myself as uninterested in love and emotions of the heart; as someone who doesn’t need love to get through this life…a concept that is overrated and exaggerated and hyped by so many…but then your face comes into view and leaves me vulnerable…sad…left wanting to fill a void that no one has even come close to filling. Often, I’ll be driving in my car and hear myself softly stating a heart-wrenching ‘I love him’…and I’m not a self-talker.

I am someone who has to be knocked off her feet, has to have a tiny piece of her heart stolen, for me to even notice you. It’s a rarity that this happens, that someone can make me heart pump a little harder, make me smile with the mere thought of him. My heart sinks…yet understands that this is all it can ever be. Something I can only imagine, an impossible daydream of what ifs. And I completely accept that. Does it leave me defeated, deflated, feeling lonelier than I thought I could? Of course, but I’m a realist.

I’m not foolishly hopeful, delusional, nor someone who would even really pursue a guy. I prefer to admire from afar because it’s safer, easier, and hurts less (but does it? to never know love may hurt more…). I write this only to say it, simply for flattery, with zero expectations of a response or even a chance that you’d read it…but if the chance you do, just to let you know that someone thinks you are absolutely beautiful and wishes the best for you.

(Originally posted on Craig’s List on 11 January 2010 and re-posted today)