Love At Sunrise

Love in Letters

I suppose that I should introduce myself at some point.

I’ll actually let Lea do that for me, because she knows how to introduce people much better than I do. I’m not really good at that.

A couple of months into a relationship, Lea woke up and headed for work while I lounged around for another hour. A quick meeting was due for me at 10:30, and since I had another hour to spare and 10 minutes to my workplace from her house, I crashed on her bed with the phone in my hands. My rather violent collapse onto the bed rocked a couple of items from a bedstand, throwing them right into my lap and over my head. Between the framed pictures and two bottles of perfume, I stumbled upon her diary, a red leather notebook scribbled with her own handwriting.

What caught my attention was not the writing but the letter attached to one of the pages.

It was my letter in fact, a letter than I had given her after two months in which I proclaimed how much I loved her. It was handwritten in blue ink, signed and dotted at the end, given after a couple of hours of wringing and thinking over what to write. To me, it seemed sincere and right from the heart, but her mother only gave off a laugh when she read it. Luckily, I wasn’t around when she did, but that’s what I’ve been told. Still, my letter was there, attached to the diary, and just a page after it there was a little letter written by herself towards someone.

“It’s weird, it really is.

Of all people, I somehow fall in love with a guy who’s actually quite similar to me. All of my ex boyfriends have been totally opposite to my own character. See, I never expected that, but there it is. He’s around my height, only slightly taller, and those green eyes get me every time he looks at me. I caught him once looking at me when I was sleeping and somehow it felt good. That beard of his should seriously go off, he’s much better looking without it, but I can’t for the love of anything to make him shave it off.

What I do love about him is that I can wake him up at 3 AM and ask him about the randomest things on this planet. I’m a practicing lawyer, and I couldn’t wrap my head around this particular case so I woke him up at 4 AM and made him run my ideas together. He did it without much groaning. He did groan at me, but he didn’t bitch about it. That was a good test, actually.

He’s smart, he knows his stuff.

I guess I can live with that.”