When Lucy came home that night, she found an envelope on her bed. It had her name on it, and she recognized his handwriting. A wave of panic hit her: What if he left? What if this letter was a goodbye one? Their last therapy session ended with tears, angst and arguments. She needed a minute to calm down, sat on her bed, and opened it.
« Lucy, Last night was harsh, but maybe required? We maybe said things under emotion, in the most clumsiest way possible, but maybe we had to. I didn't mean to make you cry yesterday, and not being allowed to hug you was heartbreaking. You can't even imagine how hard it was to not drive to your apartment and give the space you needed. And I can't sleep. Here are all the reasons why I love you—all the things I love because it's you.
Your smile The way your laugh sounds The way you put your hand against my heart Your green dress Your stubborness Your obsession with " True crime " The outrageous amount of sugar you add in your coffee The way you look at me at work When you sing under the shower When you dance like nobody else is watching you Your look when you are jealous When your pinky takes mine Your bravery The way you take care of people around you When you jumped from a moving car to save my stupid life The way you used to kiss me Your hugs The scent of your shower gel Your messy bedroom The way you look without make-up and messy bun When you sleep peacefully against me Your curves When you're doing everything you can to help people The way you love your job The amazing cop you are The way you put your hand on the wheel when you are driving Every smile you had before, while, and after we made love The way you touched me When I imagine you to be the mother of my kids Your sensibility All the things you showed me and no one else When you are tipsy When you fall asleep against me while we are watching a movie Your perfum Your love for animals The way you used your psy degree to help people When you drink your coffee in front of your window Your rosy cheek during winter When you kissed my cheek in the morning Your love language Our comforting showers When you don't have to use words to talk to me When we made out like teenagers on your couch Your craving for sushi when you had a bad day When you wore my clothes The way you whispered "I love you" into my ear The way you reacted every time I said it to you When you hand brushed my face in the morning Our morning cuddles When we had sex in places I never thought The way you put your head into my neck When you woke me up because of a nightmare When you allow yourself to be vulnerable in front of me When you registered an audiobook for my sergeant exam Your first look at me on your first day The way you saved me in so many ways
You know I could write this for hours, Luce. I miss you, I miss us, I miss everything. And I'm still in love with you. Maybe, 8 months after I broke up with you, I'm more in love with you than the first time I realized it. I should have listened to you before and started therapy sooner, because it helped. I'm not a new man; I'm just a better version of me. As I know you, you are asking yourself why I used my spear key to let an envelope on your bed? Well, because, what if after yesterday you had enough of that? What if you're done with me? With us? I wanted to have the chance to tell you that. I want us back; I want to wake up every morning next to you until I can't remember your name. I love you.
Tim. »
He gave her the reasons why he loved her. He wrote her a letter. He opened up in a way he never did. And now she was a mess. A fucking mess. He promised her "small doses," and he gave her something bigger, and it healed a little piece of her heart. Maybe she needed it. Of course she was still into him. Yesterday was a hard session, but she wasn't done with it with him.
From Lucy to Tim (11:10 p.m.): I'm not done with you, Tim; I will never. You are scored on my heart, idiot. And if we have to argue, to cry again and again to get better, I will endure it again and again, because you worth everything. You said you wanted to show me small doses, but tonight you put all of them together in one letter. I miss us; I miss you more I would think. I'm done with healing in a separate way. Please don't leave me again, because that night if you had asked, I would fight with you against everything. I forgive you, Tim; even if I'm still hurt, I forgive you. If you're still awake, please come here, and if you read this text when you wake up, hug me tomorrow the minute you see me, and I don't care if it's in front of everyone at work. I need you. I need us. I... love you.
And he did. Next morning, the second he saw her, he hugged her in front of everyone. And when they walked to roll call, her pinky shyly took his, the way he loved it.
" And just say the word, We'll take on the world And just say you're hurt We'll face the worst. Nobody knows you the way that I know you, Look in my eyes, I will never desert you. And just say the word, We'll take on the world. And it's the fight, The fight of our lives You and I, we were made to thrive, and I am your future, And I am your past , never forget, we were built to last " ♫
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 07/08/2024. Hello Guys! I had the idea since this morning. I HAD to write it. I hope you liked it. I will just have my phone with during my summer break, i'm not sure i will try to write something with it, but, who knows ? (If kids have a nintendo moment, maybe i will try haha)! Don't forget to vote and comment, it helps. A lot... Take care of you, see you soon :)
Oh, and, : THIS is because of you! A HUGE THANK YOU. THANK YOU. Writting is helping me a lot in my life right now, and be able to be read by you, well, thank you.
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