Post Its

My Dear Princess and Dear Friends,

Right at the start of things with me and Caro I didn’t really know if she liked me or not. Not really.

I should explain that Caro is a very circumspect lady when it comes to talking about feelings. She would much rather express herself with a cuddle. But what does a cuddle mean, exactly?

I wasn’t sure. As an insecure little man, I couldn’t tell where we were going, as a couple.

Then, one day, I got home from work. I was still living in the Abbeyhill flat on Montrose Terrace at the time, so this is right at the start for the two of us.

I opened the door to the living room and found everything covered in post-it notes. They were everywhere. There were messages on them that she would never say to me out loud – and never has – not to this day.

I won’t repeat them here. Not that they were X-rated or anything; just personal. 

I have them still.

The reason I bring this up today is because today I decided to write Caro a love letter. All right, it was a love email, but you know what I mean. It was the sort of thing I have not done for years and it felt so good to write it.

I often think I am better in print than in person. And that is quite all right. It may be a limitation I have, but why fight it? I’m just going to go with it.

In the email, I told Caro she didn’t even need to acknowledge she had seen it, but she did. 

And now we both know what we know.

It is a good feeling.

S.