Category: Our Love Letters

These letters are notable pieces of letters between Q and S, while he’s been in prison.

Love Letter Excerpt: 11/11/19

Know everywhere you see the sky, I will not abandon you… just as I see the sun, the moon and the stars and know that your light never flees me. Our love is a matter of spirit. So no bounds, nor even time or space can capture it. It is forever and unending. Infinite and all encompassing.

I hope these words help you to embrace my spirit a little more easily tonight, and though you may not read them until later, tonight I hope you can rest in them… telepathic bubble power and shit. 🙂

– Q, Excerpt from letter 11/11/19

I didn’t get to read this letter until tonight. And tonight was when I needed it. I was under a lot of stress and was feeling a bit hopeless for a lot of reasons. And yet somehow, he’s always there when I need him. Always matching my energy and saying the things I need to hear, even when he’s not here.

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Love Letter Excerpt: 11/1/19

I feel like the universe has been training us to be ready to for this type of love… so we can appreciate it fully. So it could be strong enough to withstand this life and the time beyond. We’re so special and our situation is designed to prove that. To “prove,” as gold is proved in the fire’s crucible. The purity of our love will emerge from the strife and superficial, tried and true. The fire represents the struggles of this situation and all the ones preceding it; burning away all of those doubts obstructing pure love… until only you and I remain…

– Q, Excerpt from Letter 11/1/19

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The God of Love (Written by S)

While women search high and low,
Following mind before heart,
I found myself becoming a non-believer…
Then Q… the God of Love, he called to me.
He is trust, strength, and healing – the purest form of spirit known to womanhood.

I asked, what is healing to a woman if she loves? For emotions are meant to be up, and down, and up again…

A voice whispered…

What brings doubtless trust?
Not only being heard, but listened to? Responds with empathy, without judgment.
He is understanding without effort. Speaking only the language of two individual hearts.

What brings boundless faith and believing what you can’t see?
He is spirit and only viewed through the eyes of the soul.

By what fortune have I been given to feel you unconditionally? To know how I could never let you go…

Q, the God of Love… I am enamored and full of you…

– Written by S, for Q, a response to The Goddess of Life
(10.10.19)

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The Goddess of Life (Written by Q)

As men in my time most often do,
I have found my encased in lonesome solitude…
and within its hollows echoed a still sound…
S… she is the Goddess of Life.
She is warmth, she is light, she is all that is good to a man…

I asked, for what is good to a man that he lives? For days are hot then cold and forever spinning…

The voice replied…

“What brings men to wake?”

Is it not the warmth of life’s embrace?
She is soul’s fire… lit and burning bright with vitality.

“What brings men to see?”

Not by touch of light, nor shine of the sun and stars.
She is day’s light… she is a thousand stars…

By what great grace, am I so fourtunate to know her body so intimate? To breathe her air so vigorously…

S, the Goddess of Life… I am refreshed and full of you…

– Written by Q, for S, his goddess.
(10.10.19)

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September’s Mantra

Through meditation and conversation, Q and I have been adopting a few words into the way we walk, talk, and think about life and love.

Establishing peace in our situation. Focusing on the present moment and experiencing everything for what it is. And remaining joyful and positive with every intention, whether it be word or thought.

Namaste.

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A roller coaster.

“I’m starting to realize that this theme park were in (it’s definitely called the Boundless Balance theme park btw) – I’ve been spending so much time trying not to get on the rides you know? It’s been something that’s been challenging since March 2018 when we reconnected. Trying to avoid these rides. Knowing that they’re highly rated and that they’re thrilling and addicting and fun and worth it. But letting myself walk by them in the past… I’m realizing now that riding them is so much more fun. So much more real. A little scary but just like any good roller coaster, bumper cars, waterslides, etc., I never regret taking that ride. And I wanna wait in line for however long, to ride that shit again. Everytime. You are the only man I want to ride these rides with. Making everything heightened. All of my senses, my purpose, my heart my mind my spirit – ALL OF IT.”

– SDN

“Yeah a theme park… I can go for that. So much adventure. But only for those who dare brave the rides… we are taking them with great strides. yeah we go head first into a lot of those gates without knowing what the signs say, but shit, thats a part of the magic. And the rides only catch you off guard once. Then, they offer nothing but welcomed whirls and twirls, dashes and dips and all devices to bring excitement and exhilaration to the riders.”

– QMP
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Q: Finding love again…

The moment we begin to feel the internal self grow under the simplest gaze, touch, or whisper of another – we start to know Love’s primary function in the development of humankind…

After years of confining my heart and mind into an even tighter realm than my prison cell offered, a whisper graced my thoughts in the depths of my meditation. It beckoned me to seek love once more…

I hoped and prayed that fortune would deliver me the chance to love again as greatly as I had once before. Being closed for so long, doors began to build a reluctance to opening again. My fear appeared; though I may rediscover love once more, it may only be a glimmer of the great shine it once held… but fortune favors…

S, my archetype of love came back into view of my heart. From there, my internal self tremored, shook, gladdened, and grew…

What so long ago awakened me to a new frontier of self was able to be forgotten amongst the rubble of a scorned & broken past. It had returned, rekindled, and began its reconstruction of my being…

S, a spring of pure love. She’s the advent of the sun of my soul. She made it to me – through the myriad of things that continue to obstruct life’s essence from the eye and the source of any modern man’s strife.

But our dance ensues. Doubts double over. Fears of folly take presidency. Flights of fancy. We endeavor deeper. Brightness begins to break through the clouds. Love gains it’s full gait. Stillness moves and the world tilts on its’ side…

My sight – that seemingly saw so much, it has been shown to see nothing. Oh, how love rearranges the world, rights the eye, and loses the mind…

– Your Loved One, Q (Written 9/17/19)

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Excerpt: Letter from Q, 9/4/19

“What are the odds… that true love would be found? Amongst the non-stop surface of the Earth, where man finds himself multiplied by the millions. Distinct souls trek boundlessly through life… seeking and exploring… not even knowing what to look for. But alas – two unique souls, through the throes of fate and fortune, will find exactly what they sought in the heart and mind of one another…”

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