A note, navy blue ink on parchment, to Britt on the following day.
My darling, I miss you. I know I will see you soon, but, each day, each hour, each second, each moment, grows longer and keeps me yearning, yearning for you, yearning to see you, yearning to hold you, yearning to embrace you, yearning to kiss you.
I remember the last time we were together, or maybe it is a time I should forget. Was it just yesterday? Were cross words spoken? Was there anger in your eyes, clouding that gleam? Should I say I'm sorry? Yes, I should.
I'm sorry, Britt. I was a fool. I am a fool. I'm sorry for it all; I'm sorry for everything. For whatever I said, for whatever I did, for whatever I was. For it all.
Britt, Britt, Britt . . . you are everything, everything to me, everything in this world. What I am, who I am, who I want to be, is to be yours, and with you always.
How I wish that were so. How I wish to be with you, to be with you now. I've said it already, but I can't say it enough. I miss you. I want you.
I love you, Britt. I've always loved you. I love you now, and I loved you then. Ever since I first saw you, ever since I first saw your smile, so bright, and ever so cheery. Your large eyes glancing about, with that pixie-like wonder. Those lips pursed, and waiting, waiting for me, waiting for a kiss. From that moment, all else faded, all else is meaningless.
I love you, Britt. I love you. I love you. I love you.
Britt to me
12/4/12
Reading this note made her almost cry. Her love had taking so much time and thought in writing how he felt about her in letter. A single tear ran down her face as she began to read more. She didn't realize how much she meant to him or how much influence she had on him. She started to choke up when she read the part of "you are everything, everything to me, everything in this world. What I am, who I am, who I want to be, is to be yours, and with you always." It made her happy and sad at the same time. She never realize how much love he had for her or how much he wanted to be with her always. She never dreamed that someone would love her that much. She felt like a fool for not staying with him last night had she had known before of how he truly felt she would have stayed him. Before she could even finish reading it she ran out the door of her house dropping the letter on the floor. Running like her life was on the line. Her heart racing as she turn toward the corner of the street. She wanted to be held in her lover arms, to tell him that she loved him back. To say that she was sorry for not staying him yesterday. She ran almost two miles before stopping at the door of his house. Her breathing was heavy as she waited for her love to open the door.
My darling, I miss you. I know I will see you soon, but, each day, each hour, each second, each moment, grows longer and keeps me yearning, yearning for you, yearning to see you, yearning to hold you, yearning to embrace you, yearning to kiss you.
I remember the last time we were together, or maybe it is a time I should forget. Was it just yesterday? Were cross words spoken? Was there anger in your eyes, clouding that gleam? Should I say I'm sorry? Yes, I should.
I'm sorry, Britt. I was a fool. I am a fool. I'm sorry for it all; I'm sorry for everything. For whatever I said, for whatever I did, for whatever I was. For it all.
Britt, Britt, Britt . . . you are everything, everything to me, everything in this world. What I am, who I am, who I want to be, is to be yours, and with you always.
How I wish that were so. How I wish to be with you, to be with you now. I've said it already, but I can't say it enough. I miss you. I want you.
I love you, Britt. I've always loved you. I love you now, and I loved you then. Ever since I first saw you, ever since I first saw your smile, so bright, and ever so cheery. Your large eyes glancing about, with that pixie-like wonder. Those lips pursed, and waiting, waiting for me, waiting for a kiss. From that moment, all else faded, all else is meaningless.
I love you, Britt. I love you. I love you. I love you.
Britt to me
12/4/12
Reading this note made her almost cry. Her love had taking so much time and thought in writing how he felt about her in letter. A single tear ran down her face as she began to read more. She didn't realize how much she meant to him or how much influence she had on him. She started to choke up when she read the part of "you are everything, everything to me, everything in this world. What I am, who I am, who I want to be, is to be yours, and with you always." It made her happy and sad at the same time. She never realize how much love he had for her or how much he wanted to be with her always. She never dreamed that someone would love her that much. She felt like a fool for not staying with him last night had she had known before of how he truly felt she would have stayed him. Before she could even finish reading it she ran out the door of her house dropping the letter on the floor. Running like her life was on the line. Her heart racing as she turn toward the corner of the street. She wanted to be held in her lover arms, to tell him that she loved him back. To say that she was sorry for not staying him yesterday. She ran almost two miles before stopping at the door of his house. Her breathing was heavy as she waited for her love to open the door.