A Letter To My Friend...

A letter sent to a beautiful friend of mine. We had only met 2 weeks before I was scheduled to go on a holiday. He came and spent 4 wonderful days with me. The beauty of this letter explores the time we spent together. Oh, the funny and gorgeous memories........

Hello my beautiful friend,

Hope all is well. The photos have turned out beautifully, so please enjoy. I will send them in lots of ten, so please do not be alarmed when you see so many emails from the emotional girl Valentina who stumbled into your life at the wrong time.

You have always wanted to go up North, so I am happy that I was in a position to be there at the right time. At a time when you had the money, the time, the heart to travel, and also before you start your massive commitment to mining in the WA desert.

I do not know what the future holds for you and I, but we will always have Port Douglas. I laugh at your arrival at my Villa, at your immense passion to immerse your soul into your surroundings. You did not have the patience to let the humidity of the night settle into your skin. You were wildly desperate to push the heat into your very core. You needed it all. Then, memories of you strolling down the street semi naked; sitting by me on the beach in the middle of night; drinking wine; eating the sand, and swimming naked with the Stingers at Four Mile Beach. Who would even try to stop the man with the fire in his belly and soul, a man without fear. Some will call it crazy, but it is an intense, almost innocent level of passion that many may not appreciate or understand. Never lose that passion Craig. It is what I love and respect about you. You are a mans man, a funny (f*cken hilarious man) but a man with a gentle soul and hidden heart who thinks he does not know how to love. You do, please trust that you do, and I will always envy from afar, the woman, the future mother of your children who will be blessed to travel this journey of life by your side. For she will be truly blessed. And I trust that you will chose wisely, so you will be to.
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And then our last night together. Sitting on the beach, drinking wine, watching the dark stormy clouds mysteriously roll in, stunned when the rain erupted, enjoying the feel of rain drops erupting on our skin. Strolling back, soaked, but both knowing, that walking in the rain, is food for the soul. A cleansing ritual.

I hope when you are an old man, searching for a dart, unable to find an alpine menthol, and then having to ask Manga Manga to go buy you a carton from the corner store in Mossman, that when you finally light that f*cken durrie, you will think of our time together at Port Douglas and smile. And secretly I hope that you will think, why the f*ck did I marry a f*cken Abo who never leaves petrol in my car, who only ever plays with her brothers didgeredoo instead of mine, and who cant even cook chicken.

Enjoy the photos!