Watching Love

I came home all tired and ready to fall into a coma when I decided to open the tv and channel surfed. The Lake House is on. So many things came to me as I watched (again). The most resounding and sad of all is that we're the same. Writing to a man so far away I don't even know if he exist. It started a couple of years back when I found myself feeling lonely AND alone AND left out. I started emailing my 'future husband'. Sharing with him my thoughts and more importantly, my loneliness and sadness. I can't say if its helping but it has become a regular thing. Like an anchor. He's now a part of my life despite the fact he doesn't exist yet in my world. It's true, sometimes you just want to connect. Maybe one day he'd come and I'd be able to tell him about my letters and then maybe he can read them.