#SongoftheDay We Used to Wait (Arcade Fire)
In my mind, yesterday's song (Please Mr. Postman) is paired with this one, and this one reminds me of a summer 20 years ago, when I was in love with a married man.
We weren't in a "relationship" at this point, but there was something going on inside us. That summer, he went to the cottage with his family, but he told me he would write. He did. He sent me a letter I probably still have somewhere. I think it was 17 pages (handwritten, double-sided), but it left me dissatisfied because it was all just information--words, words, words. I wanted emotion. I wanted him to tell me he was in love with me. We weren't there yet.
At the end of that letter, he said he'd write again. So I checked the mailbox every day. Weeks went by. No letter. I got so desperate and agitated I started checking my neighbours' mailboxes. Just in case.
But that second letter never arrived. It didn't exist. He never wrote it.
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Giselle
We weren't in a "relationship" at this point, but there was something going on inside us. That summer, he went to the cottage with his family, but he told me he would write. He did. He sent me a letter I probably still have somewhere. I think it was 17 pages (handwritten, double-sided), but it left me dissatisfied because it was all just information--words, words, words. I wanted emotion. I wanted him to tell me he was in love with me. We weren't there yet.
At the end of that letter, he said he'd write again. So I checked the mailbox every day. Weeks went by. No letter. I got so desperate and agitated I started checking my neighbours' mailboxes. Just in case.
But that second letter never arrived. It didn't exist. He never wrote it.
If you're wondering how you can support me in bringing you songs and visits every day, the easiest thing you can do is tell your friends about the site. Tell anyone you know--particularly people who are isolated and enjoy music.
Readers of adult fiction can also buy my books or check them out from your local library. Supporting my AudioErotica endeavour on Patreon would also help me hugely!
I'm also an Amazon Influencer, so hopefully I can make a little pocket change when you buy stuff by clicking through my affiliate links.
But you don't HAVE to do any of that. I'm very happy to get a daily visit from you, so just keep coming back.
Oh, and I also recommend hitting the "Subscribe" button at the top of the page so you won't miss a song!
See you tomorrow!
Giselle