Note: You do not have to read the pictures, they are abstract images of the letters.
This romance, like any, began playfully abstract...
PART I: A NEW RELATIONSHIP
(introduction-abstractia)
PART II: THE PASSION
(a passion awakes)
PART III: THE MEETING
(love found)
PART IV: THE VOYAGE
(love tested)
PART V: THE MARRIAGE
(love enduring)
PART VI: THE END
(love uncertain)
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Dear Ayizan, I believe my passion is growing... Aug 11, 2005
PART I: A NEW RELATIONSHIP
Aug 7, 2005 Dear Ayizan, Now in the general zigzagged arrangement of our hectic toils when by chance a rural person makes a cough-like sound on the pimple of our existence it is imperative that we abandon our old customs and embrace the trumpet-shaped flowers of life. May I call attention to the charcoal'ed brazier that cooks the symbols of our authority before we spend the winter in a sleep-like state. It is passed from generation to generation in the form of reflexive conjunctions linked by the bananas of surprise and inquiry. Now as not to paint too-gloomy a picture or create a hickey with such a kiss on the neck of our minor infections I will intersperse this discourse with relevant interjections of humor. Yours in playful abstraction, wbiro |
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I have strangely found it a great pleasure There comes a time in a person’s life For without that knowledge and insight Hmmm, by all art, literature, and music, But I digress, back to the abstracting matters at hand... If we willfully ascend to stagnation Yours with abstract pleasure,
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PART II: THE PASSION
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Aug 11, 2005 Dear Ayizan, I believe my passion is growing. Another day between letters seems like another eternity as I wait to pen your name again... Ayizan! Dare I say my passion grows? I may wonder, but I do not ask why, for the meaning of passion is beyond understanding when beauty is boundless. Do not ask why I say what I say anymore… for attempting to explain it would undo me, and would plunge my sanity forever into an madly revolving kaleidoscopic nuance of reflections of teasing, bitter abstractions. Sometimes the heart and the mind are better left apart. Yours in a torn abstract passion, wbiro . . |
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Aug 13, 2005 Dear Ayizan, While waiting to write this letter to you, Ayizan, the entire spectrum of my feelings crashed through a glass prism of confusion and desires and tumbled into the depths of a long emptiness that lasted until I found my pen, when life breathed through me again... I am bewildered, Ayizan. what could have brought this on? Am I but an insect at the mercy of nature when I say your name, Ayizan? Ayizan. Ayizan! Oh, throw me to the lions, for I am a sinner! Until then, I am just an empty shell on the eroding beach of time. Yours in abstract emptiness, wbiro |
PART III: THE MEETING
Aug 14, 2005 Dear Ayizan, Perhaps we can meet at the café by the sea of eternity? Saturday, 9 AM. I'll await you there. Tell the host who you are, for he and the entire community knows what afflicts me now! Yours with an abstract heartbeat, wbiro |
Aug 15, 2005 Dear Ayizan, You will not receive this letter until after we have met and parted tomorrow, and yet I write it today. I should tear it up, yet I am torn. My mad thoughts of you bring me to this moment in life where all is won or all is lost. Tomorrow, I will ask you 'The Question'. Know this, Ayizan, no matter what your answer is, today I love you, and forever I will love you. Today, I will have to bear life just one day longer in this uncertain madness, wondering, guessing. Tomorrow I discover my fate, and as you are reading this letter my life will have joyfully begun in an ecstatic spiraling ascension, orit will have ended, sliding helplessly downward in linear regressions of doomed misery. Tomorrow we meet! I cannot say the words slowly enough as the images taunt my mind; the trembling, the tingling, the burning desire, the mad anticipation. Oh, what good are my eyes, Ayizan, when I am blinded by the thoughts of you? Yours in a blind abstraction, wbiro |
I tremble. We meet. Our eyes lock, our hands clasp, I noticed with joy that nature has complimented us... Our first kiss I imagined was to be just a little one, a question with yet no answer, but I, like a thief that day, stole more! You send me soaring into unknown realms where I teetered on the edges of certainty and then doubt. Our kiss holds, and does not end, even against the tempests of due trials, and it holds against time. I knew you right there, Ayizan. But it was fleeting... Of yourself, Ayizan, I may never completely know. No, my mysterious Ayizan, does such confusion torment you? Your eyes are always one shade brighter than mine and gazing slightly beyond my reach... Yet when I asked you 'The Question' you did not hesitate... and I stood in awe, marveling. It is the happiest day of my life! Yours in abstract happiness, wbiro |
Our honeymoon has been three years now, our wedding seems like a dream away. The feet of our little ones patter about, and each footfall brings me joy. What of you, Ayizan? Am I to simply accept your happiness? Ever since the day I stole our first kiss I've been unsure. Did I steal you away from another, thinking only of myself? Your joy seems pure, but I wonder how that can be when others with more are still miserable. I can only hope I do not wake if this is a dream. Yours in an abstract dream, wbiro |
PART IV: THE VOYAGE
| Aug 18, 2014 Dear Ayizan, It has been three months since I departed on this voyage, Ayizan. The thoughts of you carry me through each difficult day. When I am away like this I miss you more dearly than ever. Yet I've always wondered, do you feel the same? I shudder to think I have not brought you the same happiness. Such a certainty has always bitterly eluded me. Ayizan, my wife, the sea is stormy tonight, as are my thoughts. If the sea were to swallow me whole this hour, I would depart with the question that has plagued me through the years, "Do you love me, Ayizan?" Yours, tossed by an abstract sea, wbiro |
Your husband's ship was lost in a storm. There were several survivors, but your husband was not among them. Regretfully, The East Indian Ocean Co., Ltd. |
I have floated for days, and I am about to give up. The pain, the cold, the hunger, the thirst, they all consume me. My mind is no better than that of a lowly animal's, while at other times God touches me and gives me hope. It would be easy to leave this life behind right now, so easy... No one would question it. Letting go would be natural, and completely understandable. The earth is whispering, beckoning me to let go... Why I do not, you do not need to wonder, Ayizan. Yours with abstract determination, wbiro |
Jan 8, 2015 Dear Ayizan, It was my fortune to have drifted near an atoll of small, tropical islands. The natives rescued me. In my delirium I saw you in their childlike eyes. They were kind, and they nursed me back to health. They have our family picture hanging in their hut today. They marvel at our children. I think they understand now how I survived. My official name here is Sa‘anu‘u ‘O le tane meaning 'Wrinkled, Puckered Man', for when they found me I was not a pretty sight! I have been here for two months. Today a clipper ship has arrived. I say goodbye to my Samoan friends. I am on my way home to you. Ayizan! Yours, sailing home over abstract waters, wbiro |
PART V: THE MARRIAGE
| Dec 25, 2020 Dear Aziyan, Our children are growing, our families large, our friends cherished. What, on this Christmas Day, could I ask of, beyond you, Ayizan? If I had but one wish, it would be to live our lives together, over and over again! Alas, we have but one life each, and so here is my gift to you, Ayizan, my once mad love turned unerring. For I now know I was not wrong. It is not much, and I wonder, have I given you enough in this life? Yours with Yuletide abstract love, wbiro |
| Aug 19, 2025 Dear Ayizan, We've been married twenty years now, and yet my eyes do not wander. Your grace holds me in captivity in a sea of love, joy, happiness, contentment; I walk on air whenever your still dazzling eyes acknowledge that I am here. I am ever soaring as I journey through this life with you, Ayizan, and into eternity. Yours from abstract eternity, wbiro |
Aug 20, 2063 Dear Ayizan, We've been married fifty-eight years now. Feeble am I, and old and gray. Time has slipped by, but has failed to dim my love. Ayizan. We have made time stand still for many years. Yours, fading slowly into abstraction, wbiro |
PART VI: THE END
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