Re: [postcard: gin & tonic]
[Latching onto the chance to use this one. It comes in an envelope, and the writing continues onto the flaps when space on the card runs out.]
I won't argue the finger points of humanity with you, even if it's something I consider at the very least compromised. Is all scientific pondering inherently romantic, then? Grand ideas tend to eclipse more realistic notions, if you’ll pardon my cosmic pun.
How many people in history do you think have written letters without knowing who is on the other end? Is this the magical equivalent of messages in a bottle tossed into a roiling sea? I think not quite, since that practice must have been more one-sided.
[A wet ring on the edge of the card here, smelling faintly of peat.]
Someones. Because they hurt someone important to me. Or tried to hurt, in some instances. I couldn’t let that happen without repercussion. I protect the ones I love.
Even the dangerous ones.
I almost did. Have cause to miss them, I mean. Just a glimpse of the void was more than enough for a thousand lifetimes. I think maybe my heart is full enough both of love and hurt, too much to make room for another possibility. Or maybe I’ll be asking to crawl back into a familiar somebody’s bed before the night is through.
As usual, I will likely be the last to know what my heart truly wants.