Letters, No.1

Dearest one,

It was a cold moonlit evening that I thought I'd write to you. Following our adventure last Saturday, I've found myself falling deeper in adoration for you. It feels quite unreal to believe that you are mine, and mundane routines start becoming a little more enjoyable with you in my mind. I often find myself thinking of our conversations, of ones we've had many times, and even those we are yet to have.

Within these past seasons I have gotten to know you, yet you remain a mystery to me. My most beautiful stranger that I long to meet again and again, and marvel at glimpses of your world. It brings me immeasurable joy when I hear from you, and even just a shadow of your presence brightens the darkest of nights. Even if it were short, spending time with you at my place was lovely. The way you kept me company in the things we did (or did not do), with that delicate smile and graceful stride. I am grateful to have been able to savor the treat that was experiencing your company in the most boring of everyday tasks. I can only think to myself of how I long to have this more, as I look forward to watching shows and eating more home-cooked dinners with you.

Recently I have found myself missing you a little bit more, yet in that absence I am grateful that it has only made my heart grow fonder. I still do not understand it fully, yet I think I'd like to say that what I feel toward you is love. I hope that you do not feel much burden from these letters, as they help me express a fraction of my affections for you.

E. J.

P.S. I probably won't ever say this in person because I am a coward, but I do hope that one day you'll write back, and tell me a little of what I mean to you.