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To Love Was Not Written Alone

by tiffanyrandom ramblings, To Love Updates January 14, 2021January 8, 2021No Comments

The craft of writing can be a solitary endeavor. If you have a day job and a life outside of writing, like most authors, writing a book can also be a lengthy process. Personally, it took me five years to complete my book To Love and a lot of alone time.

I had people helping me

However, I did not write To Love in a void. Yes, I wrote and edited a good chunk of the book in my room or alone at the coffeehouse. There was also a good chunk of time that I wrote with a friend. He worked on his project as I worked on mine. This helped me stay focused and motivated, especially in the beginning.

I also had my sister, who is a fellow writer and my editor, as needed support and help. I could turn to her to talk about aspects of my book and get early feedback.

It was with all my friends and family members that I wrote, illustrated, and published my memoir To Love. Even though writing is a solitary hobby or career, it goes smoother if you have other people to help you achieve your goals.

I had God on my side

Another thing you will need is faith. You need to believe the book you are writing needs to be a book. Your story or knowledge needs to be out in the world for others to read.

I write about the faith it took to write To Love in the book. I talk about the journey the book itself is on. The book changed and morphed from a collection of thoughts into a memoir focused on love. With every change I had to have faith, it was what needed to happen. At points the faith I had faltered, which was okay because it always came back.

One reason I regained my faith in writing the book was because I had faith in God. I was confident He called me to write this weird book. Being a writing is who He called me to be, and this book had to be my first proper book. It was just how it needed to be.

With To Love I learned a lot, grew as an author, and God taught me a few things. It was tough, but I am grateful that I had God and my loved ones on my side.

Want More?

To Love is sold on Amazon and if you would like to read more excerpts you can go the To Love Updates section of this site. I also created some fun promotional videos on Youtube.

Thank You To Those Who Bought To Love

by tiffanyLife, To Love Updates November 28, 2020October 16, 2020No Comments

I’m so thankful for those who support my book. I know that not everyone has sent me pictures of them reading their copy. This is just a sample of the wonderful people who thought my book was worth their money.

I’m so grateful and happy that I have their love and support. I feel so accomplished and thrilled when someone mentions that they’re reading my book or like a certain section in it. My heart does a mini happy dance.

This was such a long process filled with life changes and editing struggles. Honestly, I didn’t know what I was getting myself into when I started this. I didn’t even know what the book would be by the end. The only thing I knew was I had to write it. That is one reason why it thrills me so much when I hear people are enjoying what I wrote.

Again thank you all who have bought and/ or read my book. It brings a smile to my face.

Side note: If you want to purchase “To Love” you can. It’s on amazon.

Sub-Letter #30 (To Love Excerpt)

by tiffanyTo Love Updates September 5, 2020April 17, 2020No Comments

Sub-Letter #30 is the last excerpt from To Love. All the excerpts of To Love can be found on the To Love section of my site. You can purchase the book on Amazon.

Please know that the headers are placed for blog readability and highlighting certain parts. They do not appear in the book.

Sub-Letter #30

Dear Dearie,

It has been about 2 weeks since I wrote about online dating. It feels like it was longer. Perhaps it was longer. I didn’t mark down the exact date that I signed up. It doesn’t matter, because I stopped.

Online dating felt like work and more than I wanted to do. My brain related it to searching for a job or a house. It differed from a job or house search tough. Instead of sending a couple emails, then going to an interview that is scheduled days in advance, I found that there should be at least one message a day. Sometimes the guy attempted to schedule them on the same day. That method brought out anxiety and fear for me.

I need to prepare and free up time. I can’t change my plans easily in my mind, so can’t drop everything to meet a stranger at a coffeehouse on the same day of being asked.

Still, although I did not like online dating, I learned from it.

The first thing I learned is obvious. Online dating is not like You Got Mail. It is not romantic or fun for me.

I am sure it is great for others. There are success stories. It is just not for me, at least not for me right now.

Also, I learned that even though I want to find you and start that part of my life, I can wait. I would rather wait with high standards than lower or change them and marry someone now.

What I need

There is no rush, I do not need you right now. What I need is the right you. I am okay with being single. This chick is awesome and a hoot to be around. I can entertain myself and make decisions on my own. Plus, my friends can give me advice and support. My point in saying all of this is that I appreciate that I am loved and I love myself. One day, you will love me and love you. I can have patience and wait for that day.

After I stopped looking for you on the dating app, I thought about how I want to describe you when I am certain you are you. How I would know you are you? In my mind, I was being interviewed. I made it into a daydream that took place after we met and everyone was aware we were in love.

In this daydream, you are the interviewer.

I guess you don’t really need to be an interviewer in this daydream, but that is how this daydream goes. We are both successes and we are doing an interview together, where you are interviewing me. You ask how I knew you were the one for me.

I answer with, “You are the only one for me because you are not perfect, but you are perfect for me. Just like every other human, you are broken and flawed. Your broken pieces do not match mine, just like your flaws are not mine. Instead, your flaws and brokenness complement mine and my flaws and brokenness complement yours. It is like a complicated puzzle. Your flaws either challenge me or are like a puzzle piece that my flaws interlock with and strengthen us together.”

Our life together will not be a “happily ever after” type of life. Yet, we will support each other, push each other, learn from and with each other. Most important, we will journey down the path of life together. We will go through hard times on that journey, but we will also enjoy great times.

The start of our journey together excites me. I look forward to working on our wedding vows and vowing them in front of family and friends when they are done. I can’t wait to find out how your flaws interlock with mine and learn how you will help me grow.

As I write this sub-letter, you are 100% percent real to me. There is no doubt and no fear in my mind. I am enthralled because I get to meet you and love you one day. Finding out who you are overwhelms me with excitement.

Okay, enough about that for now. I don’t want to fly away, and I may with all these happy thoughts. I have another poem to share.

Want More?

To Love is sold on Amazon and if you would like to read more excerpts you can go the To Love Updates section of this site. Also, I created some fun promotional videos on Youtube.

A Romantic Monologue ( To Love Excerpt)

by tiffanyTo Love Updates August 1, 2020April 17, 2020No Comments

A Romantic Monologue is the next excerpt from my new book To Love. All the excerpts of To Love can be found on the To Love section of my site. You can purchase the book on Amazon.

A Romantic Monologue

[A lone female in a flowing floor-length dress with a dark pattern, stands center stage on an empty black stage with a solo pale amber spot light. She starts with her eyes closed.]

Female

Let my mind be clear of thoughts of you. Quiet my heart from the daydreams your appearance creates.

[Her eyes open. She looks into the audience.]

How do I make reality out of these girlish fantasies? You are further than a world away; living among the nobility of this age, while I toil with only my dreams as an escape.

Truly the dreams are but mere lies, that my heart tells my mind. Perfection such as yours cannot honestly exist. You must wear a gentleman’s mask as a ploy for the ladies of your kingdom. Yes, the bright, warm person on display must hide a rotted center. I am sure that the loving smile and open heart is an act to create loyal subjects.

How would a charming prince, such as the one portrayed, survive in this cold hard land? The noble are as wicked as the corrupt rulers, that allow the wealthy to step on the poor? Understanding how a heart can stay intact and open, while among the pressures of aristocracy is beyond my mind.

Perhaps a day will come when fate will bid us a meeting, then my aloof admiration will yield to knowledge of your inner workings and reveal a beautiful mind. If fate is so kind, then my girlish fantasies will release into reality. Until that day comes, I will assure myself that you have perfected your art and the public is seeing a seduction act.

[FADE TO BLACK]

Want More?

To Love is sold on Amazon and if you would like to read more excerpts you can go the To Love Updates section of this site. I also created some fun promotional videos on Youtube.

Sub-Letter #11 (To Love Excerpt)

by tiffanyTo Love Updates July 4, 2020April 17, 2020No Comments

Sub-letter # 11 is another excerpt from my book To Love. All the excerpts of To Love can be found on the To Love section of my site. You can purchase the book on Amazon.

Please know I have added headers to this post that are in the book. It is simply for the blog formatting.

Sub-Letter #11

To my impending pookie,

I’m not writing in the coffee shop today. I am writing in my little studio apartment that overlooks a valley. Well, it would overlook a valley if trees were not in the way. It is still an amazing view.

It is nice writing here. I don’t have people walking by or people talking to distract me from my work. I am doing the distracting all by myself.

A squirrel will run up a tree near my window and I will then stare at the rough muted brown bark of the tree. When the wind rustles a small sapling that lives on the hillside, I will get lost in how the light and shadows make different shades of green. Sunbeams that hit the leaves make a light, happy green that I’m almost positive they bottled to create one of my bottles of paint. The shadows cool the green and adds touches of dark blue into the hue.

Middle School Romance

I will fight the distraction by telling you a story from my childhood.
When I was in middle school, I had a crush on a cute boy who was shorter than me. That made no difference to me. He was popular and was a cool kid. My little tween heart thought he was great.

One morning before class started, he walked up to me near our lockers. He had a question for me. This meant he noticed me, and my answer was at least interesting to him. I was excited to give him whatever answer he needed.
He asked me if I would be his best friend’s girlfriend. That wasn’t the question I wanted him to ask. I still said yes.

By lunch it seemed like everyone knew. I sat with my friends at our normal lunch table. One friend asked me if I was planning on sitting with my boyfriend. My answer to them was no and explained that he could come to me. I didn’t care enough to go to his table and felt as though if he wanted to be my boyfriend, he could put forth the effort.

In my mind there is a question if I ever talked to him again; I don’t remember talking to him. In all honesty, I can’t even remember his name. Maybe it was Pete, perhaps Paul, or it could have been Dave. Paul sounds almost correct, but I don’t think it was that. I even tried asking Ms. Music who was my friend and should have known his name. She came up blank though.

Present day distraction

In the present time there is a fly on the window sill that my desk faces. The little black fly is right in front of my desk. He seems to want to talk or he can’t find the opening of my crank window. Mr. Fly has a good size escape route, but can’t seem to figure the right route.

He found the opening. He just escaped the prison of the window sill. Perhaps he just needed a break from flying and was not stuck. I would like to think he is now off on a journey. No! A hero’s quest; in order for him to fulfill his life’s mission. He must now find the stinkiest pile of fly food and share it with his one true love. I am assuming in this random train of thought flies do have love. I know this may be significantly flawed, but whatever. It is how my mind is distracting me.

I will fight the distractions again with another story from my childhood.
This story is even older than my first boyfriend story. Truth be told, it’s more of my memèrè’s story. I only know it, because she’s told me it multiple times as if I remember.

The Neighbor Boy

I must have been around five. You should know I was never a girly girl and hardly ever wore skirts on my own accord. These facts are relevant to the story.
When I was young, I lived across the street from my grandmother, who I call memèrè, and the family pig farm. My memèrè was watching me, but I ran across the street to my home. I put on a nice, pretty skirt. It was white with little pink flowers and made of tough material, like denim. They may have been cherry blossoms, but they were on a vine. It is the one skirt I remember owning when I was a kid.

When I came back to my memèrè’s, I was in the skirt. She asked me why I changed. My answer was that I wanted to go play with the neighbor boy, and I wanted to make sure he noticed me. I guess I had a little crush on him.

If you get to meet my memèrè, it won’t surprise me if she tells you this story. She’ll also point out I still had shorts on underneath the skirt.

The only time I remember wearing a skirt when I was a kid is when I wore one while playing kickball. I slid into home plate and skinned my knees. I’m pretty sure you aren’t supposed to slide into any plate in kickball, but I did. My memory has me wearing the same white skirt with pink flowers.

It may have been my favorite skirt as a kid. More likely the details of the skirt were not important enough to save correctly, and my memory is adding a likely detail.

More Distractions

Okay, I just got distracted because I looked at my television. The different shows I could record popped into my mind. I also have shows recorded and others I could stream. Maybe I should restart the show about a mad man in a box or the show about two brothers and an angel.

Even the way I stacked the two used tea bags from my earlier drinks is making my mind wander. I wonder if they will fall or if I could use them for some weird art project. Perhaps I can just use them to stain a canvas as a base color. I’ve only used tea to stain paper to make the paper look old and distressed. Using tea bags to stain or paint a canvas is something I’ve never tried.

I think I need to share my writing with you and go do something else for a little while.

Want More?

To Love is sold on Amazon and if you would like to read more excerpts you can go the To Love Updates section of this site. I also created some fun promotional videos on Youtube.

She and He (To Love Excerpt)

by tiffanyTo Love Updates June 6, 2020April 17, 2020No Comments

She and He is an excerpt from my new book To Love. All the excerpts of To Love can be found on the To Love section of my site. You can purchase the book on Amazon.

She and He

They met in a dream. He owned the dream which trapped her. It was a mystery to him how She became trapped. He only knew She could not leave his dream.

At first, He thought She was a figment of his imagination; something his sub-conscious created. He became certain She was a real person, when She disagreed with him and had opinions of her own that did not match his. They were in fact soul-mates, which meant they were perfect for each other. Every time they disagreed or had differing opinions they were stretching and growing each other, the way you do in a healthy relationship.

She always looked for strong, tall, good-looking nerds. He always looked for someone smart and beautiful inside and out. Both He and She found it hard to find their matches. They did not fit into most groups in reality, so He retreated into his mind. He would dream of the girl who would in return dream of him.

She dreamed of him. How much she dreamed of him was hard to explain. She saw the possibility of him everywhere. She would ask herself if the man behind the counter was a possible match. Perhaps the truck driver in front of her car would fall in love with her? Could it be the man that smiled at her on the street? She tried to find a fit in with every man She met, but they never looked towards her to be their match.

Then one day He and She met in their dreams. They sat in an old gazebo surrounded by cherry blossom trees in full bloom. As they sat in each other’s arms they talked and they shared vivid stories that came to life on a screen in the gazebo. He woke and She waited.

He would work the day and tell her all about it when He fell back to sleep. She enjoyed watching his memories replay and He loved to narrate. The nights turned into weeks.

Then one night She did not meet him in his dreams. She had freed herself. His dreams no longer trapped her, but She could not find her way back to him.
Now He waited in this dream state. Without company, the night dragged on. He could only wait in his dream until reality woke him.

Normal dreams crept back into his life. He gave up the hope of her. He succumbed to the belief that She was simply a fantasy that once lived in his dreams.

The day that brought their realities together started like any other normal day for him. Nothing would stand out as abnormal or interesting until they met.
Their meeting would change their lives fast and forever.

He visited his mother in the hospital. His mother was admitted for a small stroke and was already quickly recovering.

He took the elevator up to his mother’s floor, but never reached his mother’s room. The lady He had dreamed about was walking slowly towards him. She struggled with every step while wearing a hospital gown and a bandage around her head.

He saw her before She saw him. It was not until He was rushing towards her She even realized that He was a possibility. They warmly embraced and never again questioned the reality of one another. They were together and always would be.

Want More?

To Love is sold on Amazon and if you would like to read more excerpts you can go the To Love Updates section of this site. I also created some fun promotional videos on Youtube.

Sub-Letter #7 (To Love Excerpt)

by tiffanyTo Love Updates May 2, 2020April 17, 2020No Comments

Sub-Letter #7

Hey there Mister Mystery,

There are so many unanswered questions about you in my mind. Only you can answer these questions. It is hard for me to have questions remain unanswered. However, I am learning to be patient and work on becoming my ideal self. I’m finding enjoyment in bettering myself and keeping myself busy with working on my goals. Also, I find it easier to wait for you when I am regular with praying for you or just praying in general.

If I’m working on me and drawing closer to God, it is easier to see I’m doing all I can.

Praying and drawing close to God also helps me to see what I can change and accept what I cannot. He is a great comforter and guide.

You know what? I can even give you a more step-by-step explanation on how I deal with not knowing you and not knowing all the answers I want to know.

First, I read the Bible as much as I can. Most of the time this means reading between 6 and 18 chapters a week. The more scripture I read the more I learn about what God has already done for those who love him. My confidence in His power and my faith in Him knowing what is best grows with each chapter I read. The more I read, the more God becomes my life’s foundation and I realize how secure I am.

I also pray daily. To be honest with you, like I promised earlier, some days it is just a quick good-morning or “please, be with those hurting people.” Other days, I will spend half an hour in prayer that starts with thanksgiving, but most of the time my prayers flow into venting all my hurts and problems. After those times of prayer, I leave refreshed knowing that my problems are in God’s capable hands. Again, He is a great comforter for your soul.

In addition, I try to journal 2 times a day as reflection, each time is about 1-5 sentences. It is when I wake up and when I go to sleep. Most of the time it is just notes either about how I slept or about my day. Sometimes it is just, “I need to pee!” Other times I can’t fit everything I want to say in the space I have given myself.

I like to review my goals and well my life at least once a month. This helps me stay focused on my goals, which helps a lot. If I’m on my game, I’ll review my goals and set new ones every week. It keeps me on the life path I want to be on and moving towards my ideal life.

Another good thing I do is what I’m calling self-dating or dating myself.

This means that almost every week, more often than not on Fridays, I’ll do something that could be a date. A lot of times it is going downtown for Sushi and then taking a walk while eating ice-cream. I’ve also gone to see a movie by myself in the theater or rented one from an online store. Some of time it’s buying good food from some place I like and relaxing at home for some me time.

All these things help me learn about myself, my needs, and how to be patient. Learning patience is a process though and at this moment I want the answers now. I want to know who you are.

I want to be my dream self and to figure out how to be my ideal self. I hope to be the dream girl of my dream guy. In my later writings I will explain what that means, but I’m still trying to stay in the correct chronological order. You’ll just have to wait. I also need to hunt down that writing, since it was hand written. It could be anywhere.

I own a lot of notebooks, since most of the time I have multiple notebooks that I am writing in at a time. Each has a theme such as journaling, creative writing, daily notes or ideas, and studies. I have also started project notebooks. As the notebooks fill up the themes or categories will sometimes blend. I mean sometimes a random thought comes about a writing project and the closest notebook is my journal. That or my train of thought will go from one topic to another with little warning. Once these things start my concern for keeping the theme correct will lower and soon it is all a mixture of ideas. This causes some difficulties in finding a particular writing.

I have begun to date and index my notebooks. I should note that I have only done this for my daily notebook, which I bring everywhere. The other notebooks, that are only for projects, are still complete messes of ideas. The complete mess of idea type of notebooks have dates, but that does not help when you don’t know when you wrote something.

Well, that was an off topic tangent.

You will notice I do that often. I hinted at that with the pogo-stick thought process. In my other writings I will edit the random off topic bounces out of my writings, but I will not do that here. I want to tell you everything and show you the inside of my mind. I want you to know everything about me, because one day I will learn everything about you.

To answer your question that I think you are asking. Yes, I realize that sounds stalker-like and creepy. I do not mean to be creepy sounding. I really am not obsessive. Let’s just ignore the fact that I am writing a book long love letter to someone that I don’t even know.

Hey look, a change in the topic.

In the end of 2011, I moved back to the east coast for a couple of years. I wanted to be around my family and thought moving back home would be the best thing for me. In a way it was. I learned a lot about myself, God, and my family when I moved back.

When I was planning the trip, I thought I would show my family my new life and spreading what I learned about God. I wanted to shine God’s light on to my family and share the little I understood about Him. He had different plans. Towards the end of my 2 years of living on the east coast again, I realized I did not go there to teach, but learn. I learned what I needed to be happy and now have a better understanding of my family members that I don’t think I had before. It took moving away, growing a bit, and moving back to show me things I missed before. I think it was a bonding experience for me and my family.

My time at home, living with my mom, step-dad, sister, and nephew, also grew my relationship with God. I had my social life built into my living situation with my sister, Poison-Berry Pie, nephew, and my mom living in the same house. Since I didn’t need to leave my home to be social, I had extra time on my hands. My mom mentioned that she did not agree with how much Poison-Berry Pie and I stayed at home. She thought we should be more social, but we were social. It was just we were social with one another and that was enough for us.

After years of fighting as kids and Mom telling us we would be best friends when we were older, we became best friends. It’s just that Mom thought we would have more friends.

I also did not have to drive far for work. I worked at a warehouse that was only 15 minutes down the road, if I drove slow.

I used my extra time to study the Bible and write.

Once I was settled into my living situation I had to search for a new church on my own. I was now exploring different styles and hearing different pastors speak. It widened my church experience and helped me filter down what I appreciate in a church.

I learned that I dislike typical churches where all the members appear to be over cleaned or born in pews. I know we are all cleaned by the blood of Christ, but I mess up and I don’t want to feel as though I have to hide when I fall. There is no growth or true community if everyone is hiding their flaws. It is like asking a flower to grow to the sun, but only letting the blossoms into the light. It won’t be truly healthy unless the whole plant is in the sun.

Another issue I had with the churches filled with people who appeared too clean was I felt like I had to dress a certain way to go. I enjoy expressing who I am through my appearance. Sometimes that is with a fun shirt with an elephant reading. Other times I express myself with bright red or blue hair. Although I’m sure I could technically do these things at the abundantly clean churches, I would stand out and draw attention to myself. Most of the people in the highly clean churches would wear nice button up shirts or dresses, which I also enjoy doing. I want the option to be whoever I want to look like any day of the week.

God sees me every day and I spend time with Him every day, so why should I look different on Sundays. I never understood wearing your Sunday best to church.

I also learned that I like smaller churches where I can connect with people. I want to be part of the community of the church, learning, and growing with people. I cherish real community and spending quality time being with fellow church members.

With each church I tried to go to a Bible study or small group. Besides the church I ended up going to for most of my time living on the east coast, the Bible studies were all female studies. Out of the two I remember I felt more welcomed and similar to the one with older ladies. The women that were my age seemed more focused on their husbands, kids, or other things that I could not relate to. I was clearly the outsider in that group. The older ladies primarily kept our time together focused on God and seemed more relaxed or use to their lives. They also noticed and included this shy introvert.

That was another pogo-stick bounce of thoughts. I only wanted to tell you I moved back to the east coast for a couple years. I guess expanding and sharing a little about my time there may be helpful or at least interesting. It shows that I struggled to find my church and feel as though I didn’t fit into some different churches I tried out.

Want More?

You can keep up to date on general information on To Love by going to To Love’s update page and read more blog posts and excerpts by going to the blog category. I also created a video playlist of promotional information.

You can now pre-order the e-book version on Amazon.

Second-Hand Love (Excerpt from To Love)

by tiffanyPoetry, To Love Updates April 11, 2020April 17, 2020No Comments

To Know First

As part of promoting my book To Love, I will be sharing a few excerpts for the book. These will include both the main chapters, which I call ‘sub-letters’ and the creative pieces that I mixed in.

My heart desires to write a love song
so deep, so true;
one that brings tears
or makes you say, “oh my dear.”
Desire fills me to write words
that could move mountains
or the hardest soul.
Darling, please urge yourself to weep,
as my romantic heart breaks,
because the only love I've known
seems to have been a mistake.
It was far away,
long ago and healed with time. 

The heart that broke is no longer mine.
The love I knew is a faded dream,
a distant mystery; 
nearly hidden
in the darkened valley of the changed girl.
Yes, I loved once,
but it was not deep, not true,
so how can I tell you of love?
What romance can I give,
except second-hand?

Want To Know More?

You can also now purchase the book on Amazon.

Sub-Letter #0 (To Love Excerpt)

by tiffanyTo Love Updates March 28, 2020April 17, 2020No Comments

To Know First

Sub-letter #0

To Love,

Who are you?

I have written you a multitude of times and thought about you even more.
My imagination wonders if you are a doctor who will save my life. Is my love the lead singer in a band or a construction worker? Could my ideal partner be someone already around me? Will we not meet for years? Maybe you’re a successful actor I have already watched. You may be the man that sometimes visits me in dreams. Also, you may be the man across the table in this coffee shop.

There are many thrilling possibilities that may lead me to you and who you are. My mind enjoys playing with the different options and situations that may bring the one I’ll fall in love with into my life. Some of these playful notions remain in my mind as silly fantasies. Others find their way onto a piece of paper or onto a computer screen.

The imaginative thoughts that leak out as creative shouts on a two-dimensional surface either end their journey locked in a notebook or fight their way to my blog. A select few even found their way into my poetry book.

No matter where their journey ends these writings are not among their own kind. These writings are among non-romantic poetry, comedic short-stories, and venting monologues. If they live on my blog, they also compete with life updates, descriptions of my paintings, and any video that I make.

My romantic writings deserve to frolic with their own kind. I want my romantic energy flow into one place. I desire all of my romantic and loving creative pieces to be in one project.

Plus, I have letters written to you, my unknown love, among my notebooks. These letters are worth being shared.

One option is to just keep everything the same. I can technically wait to share my writings and letters with you; when we meet.

Waiting is an option, but I am unaware of when we will meet and I am not that patient. I want to share my romantic side with you, even before I meet you. You’re out there and one day you will read everything in this long love letter, so I might as well get started. Who knows? This may be what brings us together.

This book’s purpose may be to make me see you in a different light. Perhaps one that I haven’t imagined yet. Perhaps I will publish this, and we’ll meet because of this book. I could also see God using it to show you I had faith that you were real.

I don’t know the exact purpose of this long love letter. As it stands I’m not even sure what it will turn into. The real reason and the real project will remain a mystery unless I write, so I need to write.

I will not sit here and pretend to foresee the future and the purpose of this book. I won’t lie and tell you I know answers I don’t know. I will be honest with you and share what I can with you. I will also tell you my thoughts and opinions to the best of my abilities. I promise you these things here in this letter and I will promise you these things when we meet.

Now, onto the writings themselves. I will try to share my works in chronological order. I am not promising that this order will be absolutely accurate.

I want to show you how my image of you has changed and developed. It would also be nice for you to see how my idea of what is romantic has changed. However, not all my writings have dates and I’m sure I’ll find a few hidden in my notebooks after I start.

I will always be honest about what I know and my writings. Also, I’ll try to relate the writings to who I was at the time of writing. I hope that this long love letter will show you all of me.

I think I have rambled enough for the opening. I hope you understand what is going on with this long journey. If not, I guess you won’t be continuing to read. I mean unless the confusion is at least intriguing. Are you intrigued?

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To Love: The Poem (An Excerpt)

by tiffanyPoetry, To Love Updates March 14, 2020April 17, 2020No Comments

As part of promoting my book To Love, I will be sharing a few excerpts for the book. These will include both the main chapters, which I call ‘sub-letters’ and the creative pieces that I mixed in. This first excerpt is the opening of the book. It is “To Love: The Poem”

 What does it mean to love?
 How does it look to love?
 Do you know the way to love?
 Could you point me down a path to love?
 

 
 I hope to love.
 I look at what it means to love.
 I dream of finding my way to love
 I search for answers to love.
 I do long to love,
 so I write to love.

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