Signals

Dear Joans,

I really do have a problem reading your signals. Are you even sending any signals?

I'd love to go swimming with the shark or drinking in the hay but I just don't know, I really don't know.

If only one Joan could just grab me and show me I would very much appreciate it.

Decision

dear john,

where are we at? where do we stand? aren't you tired of this weird merry go round?no more games, no more crazy talk, no more useless complications...so here it goes. i want you for my own every damn moment of the day, i want to feel you close to me in the morning and even closer at night, i want to laugh with you until we grow old and then laugh some more, i want to run through the house with you and play backgammon on the front porch, i want to lay naked in the sun with you and act silly with no care in the world, i want to lose myself completely in you until you lose yourself completely in me...
i love you john...

I think about you.

Dear John,

I know that we don't know each other well but I think you're a really weird kind of guy. You ignore me when I'm walking behind you, you stand next to me but don't acknowledge I'm there, you don't talk to me directly but you keep me within your line of vision. You make me feel strange and you're attractive to me. I think about you a lot. I think about the red string between us and how you've remained in the outskirts of my life for a couple years. I have really vivid dreams about you. We're always sitting in a green chair that I have in my room.

I shouldn't bother following you around town but I bet I will. The beginning of winter is sort of boring and sad. Seeing you out and about is some dull pain I'm after. You can keep me at an arm's length under a lovely grey canopy of clouds. I'll leave a trail of thin seeds and sighs.

Bye,

Joan

Sideways

Dear John,

Its only been a month, but I am convinced that you are the worst thing to have possibly happened to me, but I like your beard, and I think you’re pretty cool. Still, there is no excuse for you. Yes, I am seeing a man or two and I am not condoning it, but at least they are aware of my slight issue with “relationships.” You. You are dating someone I believe is talented, beautiful, and gracious. I think you should be with her, and I think you’ll one day think so too.

Fill you up

Other side of the ocean

Dear John,

You have been mine since last year. You are wild and passionate. Yet, your passion does not span the ocean that divides us. You do not possess the ability to love from a distance. I keep waiting for your moment of clarity: The moment when you outwardly declare, “I’m in love with this woman, and I will not let her slip away no matter the circumstances!” Albeit, we both know this will never occur and it’s truly a shame. You say you will be waiting for me, but will you still love me in December?

Rejection

Dear Johns,

Why can't you just love me back?