A message was found in a bottle, on it was written:
Listen, this might sound cruel to you and I’m sorry...
I don’t want to have sex with you.
I just want to cuddle.
I love you, but I’m not ready for sex with you...
Can’t we just take it easy and not rush?
I don’t want to end up regretting it,
Or making you dissatisfied.
I want this relationship to last,
To get to know you,
So please, can we hold off sex for a while?
Just until I get my head sorted.
Cuddling is fine with me,
Even a nice wee handjob, but no sex,
She saw it and the frankness melted her heart. She wrote back:
I know how you feel.
We’ve only just found each other
We need to take it slowly.
It isn’t cruel, it’s the kindest thing I’ve read.
I’m crap at poetry, but I’ll wait with you...
I’ll wait for you.
She cast her bottle out to sea. After a few weeks, along came another message:
I love you, but I don’t know who you are.
Here is my address,
Can you find it in your heart to try and find me?
She set out to find the writer of the note. When she got to his place, she rang the doorbell. He answered and without a single word, she held the bottle up for him to see.
“It’s you, it’s really you, isn’t it?” He looked exhilarated.
“Yes, it’s me.”
“Come in!” He told her.
She entered his grungy flat. He apologised for not cleaning up. She handed him a piece of paper and he looked at it:
Cuddling sounds good,
And I hope you’ll not find it rude,
But I would really, really like some food!
It was as if they were old lovers.
He put the lasagne on and poured a glass of red.
He sat down and she cooried up to him.
This was what they wanted.
All their lives, this was what they wanted,
It was a miracle, an ideal miracle...
Their bottled messages paid off.
“I love you,” he kissed the top of her head.
She gazed into his eyes, said
“I love you too,”
And smiled, giving him a peck on the cheek.
They didn’t have to say a thing,
They knew it was destiny,
Fate and smiled, inside and out.
Thanking Deities for this lovely miracle of love
Word has it that they’re still together today and that legends have been written about their love, which stemmed from a companionless man sending a bottle containing a note, which was picked up and read by a lonely female.Note: “Coorie” is an old Scots word, meaning to cuddle up to someone, but I’m guessing you probably guessed that from the mushy context of this piece.
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