Dark Interludes

Love comes when it wants.

                                    Dark Interludes

Facts or fiction. Love will bewitch us.  A old friend of many years send me a letter with kind words of love at a desperate time in my life.  I was dead in heart and mind. Her offered abated me to return to the hopefulness  and the possibility of love. I devoured her words and I felt a wealth of joy being reborned.

Her letter
             Dear Johnnie
I was so glad you came to see me at Eastern Michigan University.  I enjoyed our three days together. Felt like the old days of High School. I loved how you held me without demands.You made me laugh and very content. I have known you for six years now. I know I'm perfect. I want you to know. I love you. I have always loved you. You have always flattered me with kind and sweet words. You respected my want to be a virgin till marriage. I want to hear your hellos at my doors and for you to be forever in my life. If you do not feel the same. Please tell me the honest truth. If you love me like I love you. Return this Summer to me. I will be your lover forever dear Johnnie. I love you Johnnie.
                      Kisses and hugs
                         Julie

My life had been a chronicle of a man with too much appetite and never salvaged the real love. I allowed no-one in into my mind or heart for real. I didn't believe in the immortal love of forever and I was restless and cold. I have learn too late love is now, not tomorrow. Her letter was short and sweet. Her statement demanding and honest. She was a Poet, like me. I was once told. Poets are liars, just people who whispered tales and story, true or not.

I did return home in January. I went home on leave for my Grandparent 50 year anniversary. Somehow Julie found out I was home and asked me to come see her at Eastern Michigan. I spend three days with her. Her kind brown eyes made me feel safe and content. We drank gallons of coffee and shared poetry and thoughts. We were not lovers. We held hands and talks of great dreams and places to be seen. I was a Soldier and she was studying to be a nurse. I held her nightly fully clothed and we shared many sweet kisses. She wanted love with no boundaries or limitations. I was a outcast in love and I wanted to leave her memories of a friend, not a thief of flesh and bone.  I have known folly already. I left her in late January. We shared sweet kisses and we made no promises.

I went back to Germany. I had six months left of active duty and I would return home. I was trying to be good. I lessen my drinking and I qualifies for the long distance running team. I was running 8-10 miles daily. I wasn't seeking love. Love was defaced by negative actions. Karma is a fair judge. I drank daily at the local Tavern and wrote poetry for love and for the dream of peace. I forgot about home for awhile. Late April 1980. I received the letter from Julie. Her words made me instantly feel hope. I yearned to return to her. Her beautiful face and the fragment of sweet flowers in her long brown hair and neck was awaken by the letter. She wrote with a force I didn't know she had. I answered her as soon as possible.

                        My Julie
I have received your letter. The letter was needed. I have known you for six years. We have grown-up together and we stand at a threshold of our life. I have painted false dreams and I don't know if I have anything left. Now you are all I can think about. The mercy of your words have given me hope and new dreams. I saw you in January and I thought love was dead to me. Today your letter gave me need for your affection and sweet kiss. I do love you. I have loved you since the old days of High school. I yearn for the day to be able to fall into your arms and begin my time with you. I love you my Julie and miss you already.
                     All my love
                      Johnnie

                                  Coyote/John Coyote

Author's Note

A new story. I hope you like.

Reviews

[Laura Pallett]

Hi!

Great story! Was gripped throughout and really liked the letter format. However.... poor grammar and lack of reading back through your work made it difficult for me to keep up sometimes! Perhaps look back through it...? Or, get someone else to offer proofreading advice.

Cannot wait to read more! :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you for reading and the help. I will re-edit tonight. I get in the mood and write. I need a good editor.

[Laura Pallett]

I work for gingercatediting.com, and would be willing to take a look at the first 500 words for free if you want. I really do like your story - it has great potential!

[Matching Socks]

I loved it darlin'
I'm a sucker for anything with even a hint of romance!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Ana. It will have romance. The old fashion kind.

[Jack Wolfe]

many years send me a letter (sent?)

Her offered abated me to return to the hopefulness (offer)

and story (stories) , true or not. (?)

qualifies (qualified)

Distant love, an insatiable yearning, and feeling trapped by emotion. I like this, but you use several repetitive phrases 'love' 'yearning' 'sweet' perhaps meant to imply the clumsiness of love (or I may be reading too much into it) There's a few minor errors, but overall it was a good read . .. it's always good when a story can make you feel for another human soul.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you for the help. I do appreciate. I free-flow wrote the story.

[SouthSoul]

Very nice. Yes there are some grammatical errors. I like how you use short sentences and each makes a statement!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you. I need to re-edit. I appreciate the honest review.

[Lydia Shutter]

Such a romantic write. When a friend comes into our lives with an offer such as this at just the right moment, we are given hope. The future suddenly seems brighter. However, not all friendships can be sparked into romances. It is not worth it to lose a friendship for a fling. I always enjoy your writes, John. This is no exception. Lydi**

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Lydia. Your words are true. Hard to move from friend to more.

[RubyOmma]

It's really good. I like the feeling parts. Like I do love you, and I forgot about home for awhile. I love the paragraph about 'my life had been a chronicle'
But sometimes I feel like (forgive me, constructive criticism) you use too many big words trying to advertise you are smart enough to use them. And trying to be 'writery' if I can make a new word. Let the feelings say the words for you and sometimes simple is OK. I can see that you are smart. But sometimes simple is best. More honest. You don't need big words to speak your mind and truth.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Ruby. I'm speaking in a internal sense. Looking back and fore in thoughts. I still haven't decided where I should go with the story yet. I appreciate the detailed comment.

[Benita-Staebell M - Kin..]

I loved these stanza's so beautiful.


I did return home in January. I went home on leave for my Grandparent 50 year anniversary. Somehow Julie found out I was home and asked me to come see her at Eastern Michigan. I spend three days with her. Her kind brown eyes made me feel safe and content. We drank gallons of coffee and shared poetry and thoughts. We were not lovers. We held hands and talks of great dreams and places to be seen. I was a Soldier and she was studying to be a nurse. I held her nightly fully clothed and we shared many sweet kisses. She wanted love with no boundaries or limitations. I was a outcast in love and I wanted to leave her memories of a friend, not a thief of flesh and bone. I have known folly already. I left her in late January. We shared sweet kisses and we made no promises.


So much Romance again. So I have a question did you know Jesus when
you didn't know real love if it is alright that I ask your life fascinates me I guess
because I am younger and I love stories and were you taught of real love as I was
and I love stories I have always heard them from my Grandpa my fathers dad and
stories from my mother of family members I've never meet so I love to hear the Knowledge
of my Elders and I have great respect for them I love reading your stories.


My life had been a chronicle of a man with too much appetite and never salvaged real love. I allowed no-one in into my mind or heart for real. I didn't believe in the immortal love of forever. I was restless and cold. I have learn too late love is now, not tomorrow. Her letter was short and sweet. Her statement demanding and honest. She was a Poet, like me. I was once told. Poets are liars, just people who whispered tales and story, true or not.


Thank you for sharing this romance
My Wise poet friend I enjoyed reading it.


Blessings. Benita/ Kindred poet

[Coyote Poetry]

I have her letters still 34 years later. Her letters saved me and we did try. Men must trip many time to learn. Find one person and hold on. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Benita-Staebell M - KindredPoet]

You're welcome. I enjoy reading your stories. Blessings. Benita/ Kindred poet

[Ashira Macy]

This one is so sweet, and seems to be working out for Johnny which is a nice change. Though they are separated they still feel great love and passion for one another, a love unmarred by loss of innocence and ulterior motive. I love that while he is away he is working on making himself better, just as she is doing in school. It gives them depth, their lives still continue without one another, but they are always in each other's hearts and minds. Nice work!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Ashira. You are right. People separated need to keep busy and hope the time goes quickly.

[Briana O'Connor]

The picture of a romance found by a pursuit of a genuine friend was so clear. I could see the emotions and feel the struggle of the fight against love. Finally letting go was a touch so delicately added. There were a few grammar errors and some incomplete sentences, but this is an excellent piece. Thank you for sharing and keep up the good work.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you for the honest review. I will re-edit. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Sophy Freebirds]

Awww.. its so romantic. I like how your choice of title dark interludes.it represents the life of the protagonist - gloomy.How he failed to see into the bright side of life.But he held onto his only hope - the letter from julie :) ★keep writing★

~Sophy

[Coyote Poetry]

This is chapter one. I have three chapters done. I wrote the story sitting at the Java Junction yesterday. Kids played and I wrote. Thank you for reading the positive comment. I do appreciate.

[Sophy Freebirds]

I am looking forward for reading the next chapters :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you.