My Endless Love

Submission from Genevieve.

My Darling Daniel,

You cannot know my name, but surely you recognise the beat of my heart, and the throb of my soul...? Our souls were split when first we were made, incomplete without one another, always restless, always longing for its other half. But I am here, and you have found me time and again.

Oh, the world, Miyagi in particular, believes that that fierce concentration that won you medal after medal, championship after championship, was a 'sell-out', that the competition was the beginning of your corruption. But I know better then he. We know better. Your energy, your thrust, your heaving breaths were all for me. They think you looked merely into a camera. Instead you looked into my heart. It beats for you, and you alone. Soon ours shall beat together.

I know that through the years you have seemingly betrayed our love time and again with woman after woman. The golden curls, the fall of straight black hair... But I have always known, as do you, that they are merely stand-ins for the passion, the endless love that is and shall soon be ours.

I watch the films again and again. I see your glistening slow-motion thighs, and press my hand between my thighs thinking only of the time when we shall be together making the kind of sweet sweet love that the world has never known before. Our shall be earth-shattering. Only together shall we create that kind of whirling passion, lips meeting, hands intertwined that transcends the boundaries of time and space.

Oh I know I mock the life in the suburbs, the 2.5 kids, the sunny endless days of the man of the house mowing the lawn beer in hand, while the woman stays inside and cooks dinner... But that is because they are sacred. They are ours. And you know I would not ask you for such a banality as a mown lawn when the prospect of the transcendent grace and spiritual commitment of your karate practice on that unmown verdant mass sends me into raptures again and again.

Oh Daniel. Oh my Daniel. Daniel Larusso. I would be so proud to be Mrs Larusso, all feminist principles aside. Because you could make me see beyond them. You alone could be my lord. And master. With you I have no enduring commitment to any name, any identity. For it shall be such few and short days till we meet, I know it. And that is all that matters. That is the event my whole life has been awaiting. As I know it has yours.

Overwhelmed with this passion, this unending spring, this fountain of joy and rapture, as the prospect of our life together grows near... I remain, ever and always yours, my sweetest love, my darling heart,

Genevieve

Second Life

Submission from Christian.

Daniel.

I came across this website asking for love letters written to you. A strange concept I think you would agree. Why it exists, I have no idea.

It seemed pointless initially. Sometimes love even at its most intimate, can seem pointless. But declarations of love to a stranger, undelivered, to a character no less, not even a real person, seemed perhaps bordering on idiotic.

I planned on not giving it a second thought for obvious reasons. I don’t know you, you don’t know me…what am I saying? YOU ARE NOT EVEN REAL!

Then today. Today I came home. Nothing unusual about that I suppose. I happen to return to my apartment each night from the job that has been my job for 5 years.

Today something was different. Nothing tangible, nothing physical had changed but all of a sudden, this evening, my apartment didn’t feel…right. The rooms seemed cramped and claustrophobic. The Ikea furniture familiar, yet I could swear it wasn’t mine. My wardrobe, I owned it all but it didn’t feel mine.

This feeling of displacement made me feel anxious. I made a tea, which usually sooths me, and drank it. Nothing. I started looking around at the photographs I had hung on the walls. Family, friends, my girlfriend, they were all there but I could swear I had never met those people in my life.

Then I realised. My life wasn’t mine. Something happened to me so that I had lost my will to imagine myself in it. Lost the focus to will myself into it. Nothing had changed. I had not deliberately set out to perceive things differently. But I now felt like an intruder in the world that I had created.

Have you ever felt like that Daniel? Not a feeling of regret or loss or even sadness. Just the feeling, that this life is not yours.

I read an article in The Times the other day about trauma victims and how their relationships with their partners rarely survive beyond 12 months after the trauma. One woman, who was the lone survivor of a car crash that killed 3 others, left her husband of 4 years after getting out of hospital, where she had been recovering for the previous 2 months. She said, “I loved my husband and I enjoyed our life. But this just seemed like a second chance to have a second life. That I could reset the game back to zero and have two lives instead of one.”

Perhaps this is what I want. A second life. A do-over. What would be wrong about imagining my life with you in it? It doesn’t even have to be you, Daniel. In my new life I think I might be clever and charming. Maybe I will have a mistress and sneak around at nights to receive forbidden kisses. I will love my family and do charity work. People will think I am A GOOD MAN. I will think I am a good man. And it will be my life again. My second life.

Maybe I will see you in this world Daniel. We could have a drink and kick around old times when we lived past lives, your karate and my apartment. And we would laugh about how we once thought that those lives we had lived, those lives we had imagined for ourselves, were ever going to make us happy.

I think I would like that. And we would be friends.

Yours truly,

Christian

Montage of Love

Submission from Natasha.

Dear Daniel (or whatever you real name is),

My friend Brendan said he liked it best in the montage scene when you got kicked in the head. Not me. I liked it when you did the arms in the air thing and the camera spins around and I got to see your butt. You have a really great butt. Well maybe not anymore, but I'm assuming that it's still good.

It was funny when you got kicked in the head though, but not as funny as when you thought you'd finished painting the fence, but then there was HEAPS more fence and you had to do it for ages. If you ever come to Melbourne we should hook up. I have a great sense of humour, and also I used to do karate when I was little so we have that in common too. Plus I have mad cans.

Love,
Natasha Ludowyk

P.S. Sometimes I like to put on 'You're The Best Around' and jump around my room punching the air. Then I think of you and me together and I go all quiet. Write soon!

Glory of Love

Submission from Kate

Dear Daniel,

This, despite the appearance of being a stalking-like issue, is the first love letter I have ever written to a star. Admittedly, I have been through phases of longing for screen icons to appear in my world, convinced that if they just got to know me they would fall hopelessly in love with me and declare that their life is now complete. After all the money, parties, girls, cocaine, who would not find my country girl charms mixed with a healthy dose of big city cynicism an irresistible change of pace? The big-screen good-guy hero, like you, has always caught my attention. Aragorn, for example, has often danced across the stage of my fantasy world.

But before now, I have never committed my hero longing to paper. ‘Why me’ you ask? Because, Daniel Larrouso, you are the man who will fight for my honour. You’ll be the hero I’ve been dreaming of. And just like a knight in shining armour, from a long time ago, just in time you’ll save the day, and take me to your castle far away.

Misplaced longings,
Katie Lansell

Umm...like totally. lol.

submission from Jake...

Hey Danny,

I'm like soooo nervous even writing this, cause like I am just imagining you sitting in your pad somewhere after one of your totally hot karate workouts reading my letter.. the hair on the back of my neck is like totally standing on end right now.

So anyway, like me and my friend Brydon were like trying to decide who should win the "hottest martial arts guy" competition and he seemed to think Stephen Segal should be the winner but I totally disagreed with him cause Stephen segal is like a million years old and has a wig and stuff. I recon Byron isn't the best judge anyway cause he SOO likes older men, and if you saw the guy that he went home with last weekend end you would be totally like EWWWW that guy was gross.

So anyway, I told Byron that I wouldn't tell his boyfriend about that time that he fooled around with that girl that was staying with him for the holidays (I think it was like his cousin, which I think is totally wrong and he should go to prison for that, but I think Byron would actually like prison cause he is really into those biker looking guys, but im totally not cause they have no idea about personal hygiene and really like who wants to walk around in an orange jumpsuit all day.. that's SOOO not my colour). So yeah we now he agrees that you are the winner and stuff .

So I am like having this party on Saturday night, it's a dress up party and I know that you like those parties and if you want you can totally wear that shower curtain cause I always said that was the best costume EVER! And its SUCH a totally RAD idea cause like if you don't want people to know who your making out with then you can be doing it in the middle of the dance floor and no one knows.. Its so obvious that you are not only hot but also REALY smart. And anyway if you like want to make out with me and stuff in the shower than you like totally can and I wont tell anyone, especially not that slut face of a girlfriend (I cant remember her name) you have. You are like totally too good for her skanky ass.

Did Mr Miagi ever touch you up? Cause there was a little Chinese guy that lived near me when I was a kid and he used to give me lollies and Twix bars and stuff when I went round to his house.. anyway I'm cool with that too so yeah.

So like give me a call on 0423 534 XXX if you wanna come to my party cause I recon you would really like it and stuff...

Seya hot stuff...

Rickey M.

Love Me...Daniel LaRusso

The First installment of the blog will be letters to Daniel LaRusso of Karate Kid 1-3. Try to remember letters should be directed to Daniel LaRusso the character, not Ralph Macchio (I know this may be hard for some of you Macchio lovers out there who are fans of his work in The Outsiders and The Three Wishes of Billy Grier).

Letters can be as long or short as you like but should emphasise your love for Daniel, be that in a fan way, loving admirer or a proposal for a loving life partnership. Be as personal as you like, as referential, heartfelt, sad, funny or all of the above. But let it come from the heart (extra points for those willing to convince Danny of a three-way with themselves and Elizabeth Shue).

First 2 submissions are below from Brendan and myself. Check them out.

Email submissions to: lovemefamous@gmail.com
peace.
nat

I think I can still love, Danny.

Submission from Brendan...

Hey Danny,

I feel kinda weird typing this out. I feel like I should be saying it to your face. It’s hard, you know? I’ve carried these words around with me for so long. And now that I have to type them out they probably won’t come out right anyway.

I’ve been in love before. I know you have too. We’ve both fallen, fallen hard, and we’ve both been hurt. We could both trace lines from the charm and the romance all the way to the anger and the hate. We both know what it feels like to have that trust, that intimacy, that impossible faith in another person, and to then have it ripped out of our hands. We’ve both spent nights laying in our beds alone, staring at the ceiling and wondering how the hell we could possibly feel this awful. And I know, Danny, that all this hurt, all this knowledge of the pain that love brings makes us older, cynical, more likely to brush off each encounter as inconsequential. But they’re not inconsequential, Danny. They mean something. I’m not quite sure what, but I’m certain they mean something.

I’m tired, Danny. Things haven’t been easy. I’ve lost so much over the past few years. Some days I can feel the loss in my chest, like glue setting around all the things I didn’t say and all the tears that don’t ever come. There’s a tightness there that seems to disappear when you’re around. And I guess that’s why I’m writing this now.

It’s been a long time since I’ve felt like this about someone. And, if I’m going to be honest, I’m a little surprised that I’m feeling this way about you. I mean, we barely know each other. We’ve spent a couple of hours together, tops. This seems foolish and adolescent. I mean, I’m twenty-nine now. I’m not supposed to be falling in love with someone after less than a day with them. But here we are. It’s been a long time since I’ve said it, and the words feel awkward in my mouth. But as I feel the syllables forming I know that it’s true: I do love Daniel Larusso.

But what happens when we’re no longer together? How long before the distance pulls us apart? I’ve had these fleeting affairs before. They always begin with the best of intentions. We get caught up in the excitement and make promises we can’t keep. The momentum drives us forward, but we’re hurtling towards an end that we can’t control. Eventually a couple of days pass before one of us calls. We don’t get so excited about the letters and the emails. And then we let that other person at the end of the bar buy us a drink. We fall apart so easily. And I’m not quite sure, Danny, that we can stop that from happening to us.

But Danny, I just don’t care. There’s just something about you that makes me feel like it will all be alright. I know this feeling can’t last forever, that someday we’ll be apart again. I know a time will come that I’ll look across at your side of the bed and you won’t be there, and I’ll feel your absence gape inside me like a wound. But Danny, with you I don’t care about the future. I want to be with you now, Danny. That’s all that matters.

I love you,

Brendan.