Getting you was pure luck. I would have never found you. We live on separate islands, we have completely opposite families, and while we do have many mutual friends, it was highly unlikely for us to meet. You didn't come to my island as much as you did when you were younger, and even if I did see you, I would've been too shy to talk to you. When I would go to your island, I'd barely be in your neck of the woods. Maybe by the beach, but you'd probably be too busy zooming away on your motorcycle with a surf board on the back. Maybe at he park or in town, but we'd probably still always just miss each other. Meeting you was definitely not planned. It took a suicide attempt from a mutual friend to pull us together in the most odd way. Me breaking in, and you calling from across the waters. Who would've guessed that this terrible cause would be so lucky for us? On our first date, I nearly ran away. I would've let you walked off the boat and sit on the beach waiting and waiting for me. Thank God I didn't. Now that I think of you sitting there, I feel terrible, even though I didn't go through with it! Yes, I did hide behind my parents, but when I walked out to finally meet you, it felt like something was finally right. Like it was put into place. I had never bonded so quickly with anyone, though I guess two weeks straight of texting night and day helped a bit. And I never thought we'd end up here, where we are. And yet, here we are. Six months later. And we still remember it as if it were yesterday. Luck is on our side. Lets see how far it takes us.
Love you forever,
~~Kit
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Letters to Matt
RandomA series of love letters, rant letters, and future letters. The image of a relationships ups and downs from the point of view a loving girlfriend.
