Letters To You

Entry: 6

"I said higher!" I shout with joy in every note.

Luke pushes me with every swing, and I get higher, a bit closer to the bright sky and twisted branches of the old oak.

He gives me another hard shove to the tire swing and I spin like a dancing fairy, gliding breathlessly in the wind. "I'm working on!" He laughs with me.

I start to twirl on top of the black tire, holding on to a roughly woven rope. I spin and swoosh back and forth all the while laughing and giggling like a young child. Something about something as simple as a swing can bring out the childish nature in all humans, I just wonder what it is.

Slowly I descend back to reality with small swings. I bend back and see a marvelous sight, Luke. Smiling coyly I crook a finger at him with my free hand, he obeys without hesitance and with my next arrival back to his side I plant an delicate kiss to his pink lips. It only lasted a second or two but it was the best feeling.

When I come back for another Luke loops an arm through the tire and brings me closer to deepen the kiss. my breath was caught prisoner in my throat and I gave my all to Luke. Without a notice he lifts me off my thrown and pulls me tightly into his muscular arms that felt so right around me and under my hands.

Wrapping a hold of his torso with my legs I held on for dear life and kissed Luke and myself senseless. It was something out of a romanic movie or novel. I lost myself in his tenderly passionate kiss and wanted to melt into him.

I pulled back just an inch to catch my breath. "God, you really know how to make a girl pant." I laugh softly.

His ocean blue eyes wink at me and a cocky smirk lifts his swollen lips. "Only for you, Wy."

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Dear My Other Half,

I dreamt of you last night, that time where you and I went to the beach and just talked for hours, but this time it turned into a bad acid trip. It was like a nightmare come to life, with a darkness of the sea engulfing us both in a depth I thought unimaginable. What started out as walking towards the waters edge morphed into a night swim of the dead.

You held my hand as our the water became waist deep, icy cold but warmer than a heated fire, if that's even possible. The oceans waves lapped at our chest rising higher with ever crashing wave.

I told you when the water started to get rough but you just gave me a sad smile and started to pull away. I grasped at your hand desperately, a deprived woman of human contact. A rising wave came rushing, the once beautiful sea becoming a harsh punisher, and my head went under and I lost my already dwindling hold of your hand.

I pawed at the water helplessly for you, just to meet the surface even. I tried to dog paddle to where I thought you were last, searching for the surface. I gasped for breath, gulping hungrily for air, I opened my eyes in a squint and screamed your name. The salty taste of water sloshed on my tastebuds but I managed to keep my head a float long enough to see your head disappearing past the edge of clashing water and salty misted air.

Diving under a thundering wave I swam like an Olympic swimmer to you, but again I only caught a glimpse of you through the blurry water, it burned my eyes but I was to panicked to give a damn. I kept diving further into the dark abase, frantically in search of my love. It took forever to catch sight of you, and even as liquid flooded my mouth seeping into my hurting lungs, I fought to get to you.

It was to late, you just kept sinking and I was dying trying to get to you.

Isn't that the most tragic kind of love, where you would do anything for the other but can never truly save them? Is that our kind of love story, a tragic bleeding tale?