Dear Sara, Love, John

Love in Letters

Dear Sara, 

Do you remember the first day we met? You walked into the classroom, confused and alone. And beautiful. You looked so beautiful with your damp hair from a morning shower, and your pale blue eyes as they searched or an empty seat. I quickly signaled you over, and pointed to the seat next to me. You smiled and walked over, shyly.

I remember you sitting next to me, introducing yourself. You seemed so fragile, and dainty. I felt the urge to protect you from everything. Maybe that's why we became so close? Because you'd never actually had anyone you keep you safe.

It took only a month for me to realize just how much I loved you. I suppose my slight fascination with you, was what led me to believe something was so wrong in your life. You would often come into the school, your eyes red from crying. You would flinch when I made sudden movements. You always wore long sleeves and pants, even in the heat. I felt ashamed that it had taken me 30 days to see, something was so terribly wrong in your life.

I remember how I kept asking what was wrong, for 3 months, and you would never tell. It wasn't until your birthday came, that I finally got you to show me. The cuts, bruises, the blood and pain you had been living with. I was so upset that someone had hurt you like this, so full of rage. You refused to tell me who had done these things to you. But I wasn't stupid. I already knew.

I remember making my way up to your house. I'd never seen in your house. You never let me. It was for my own safety I suppose. You wanted to protect me. But it was my turn to finally protect you.

I watched as the police burst in and dragged him out. A good looking man, but too tainted with evil. This man, became so lost in darkness that he'd hurt you. And that's something I could never forgive.

You were so scared of what would happen. But it was all okay, just like I promised.

I remember the day we got into the car, your white dress flooding the backseat, and the matching rings on our ring fingers sparkled. I felt so happy.

You made a wonderful wife. But you made an even more wonderful mother. The day Ben was born, you became so much stronger.

I remember the day he graduated. We were so proud. But even prouder when he created a family of his own, giving us grandchildren.

I remember the day I was sent to the hospital. They said it was time. That was okay though, I lived a long life.

You came into the room with tears in your eyes. Your face, now wrinkled, was still just as beautiful as they day I first met you. Still so beautiful.

You stayed by my side for hours. Until it was time to go. And that's when I began writing this. This letter. Because I knew, that It was also my time to go.

But don't cry my beloved, I'll always be here for you. Guarding you. Waiting for the day you have to leave the world, and come join my side, where we will be together for infinity. So just be patient, and strong, until that day.

I love you, I always have, I always will.

Your husband, John