Just A Few Letters

Will you be mine?

I let out a breathe, what was I feeling right now? Sorrow. Confused. Curious. Even, maybe, a little Joyous. My fingers ran over the edge of the suitcase lock, I finally made a decision and started looking around for the key. Multiple keys didn't work and then I came across a heart-shaped key, I put it into the lock, I hesitantly turned the key.  The suitcase popped open, I jumped back not expecting that at all, crawling back over to the suitcase. I eyed the many letters in the large, brown, leather box. I grabbed the box and pulled it closer to me, grabbing a letter and red the date that was put on the back. I searched through the box until I found the one that was the start of it all. February 15, the first letter I ever sent to her. I opened it up, and slowly started to read it over.

February 15, 1993

"Dear Alexandria,

I know this may be cheesy, and know one seems to do this anymore, but, I was too scared to tell you yesterday in person. I was going to tell you that I wanted to tell you yesterday, since it was Valentine's Day and all, but, again, I was too scared. So, I will tell you now.

Alexandria, I love you, I want to be with you. You are the most beautiful, magnificent, intelligent girl I have ever known. You make me smile when you send me one of your radiant smiles. You are like an angel.

Your long, waist-length hair, is the color of dark nut-brown, it looks so shiny and silky. Your eyes look as blue as the crystal sea, and are brighter than the sun. Your smile is one of the best things about you, the pearly white teeth to the soft thin line in between your lips. It's all perfect, and that smile of yours can send any man falling to the ground. Then, we move on to your curves. You have the most perfect body I have ever seen, you don't look like one of those barbie dolls, and you don't have a single blemish on your smooth, perfect skin. Everything is wonderful, your shoulders, your long legs, your waist, your neck, that leads to your defined, soft face structure.

Then, we get to your personality. Oh, your personality. It is one of the more mysterious types, but that is what makes it intriguing. It shows who you really are, that you aren't afraid of being judge by anyone. You aren't afraid to ask for help. You are compassionate and tough at the same time. You are don't take anything from those girls. It just shows how humble, caring, empathetic, creative, and intelligent you really are.

I know we are only in High School, and you have your entire life to find a man that will take care of you and love you, but.

Will you be mine?

Love,

Mason."

I sighed, a watery liquid running down my cheek. I put the letter back in the box, taking a few minutes to remember that day. It was the Monday, she ran into my arms, in tears of joy. She told me yes on the spot. I didn't have to convince her why I should date her, like she had done with her previous boyfriend. I could have been a better boyfriend, Captain of the football team, she was in Orchestra playing the Violin. I would occasionally ditch her to hang out with my friends and go to parties with the cheerleaders. Yet, she was always there for me. I would always go to the her concerts or listen to her practice after school before practice. I even remember our first kiss, it was the night of her big soloist performance and we both had nerves. She started having a panic attack and I hugged her tightly and she opened up to me about everything. She broke down crying and we headed to the bathroom, her eyes red and puffy from the tears that were still pouring out from those beautiful pools of blue.

I was telling her how perfect she was, no matter what mental illness she had. I had grabbed her bag and helped her put her make up again, even though even if she had gone out there the way she was, she still would of been the most angelic thing the world has ever seen. I  was rubbing some of the pink lipstick off from the side of her mouth because I was playing around and purposely  squeezed her side, making her jerk her hand towards me like she was going to slap me, and got some lipstick on my cheek. But, I didn't care, I got her to laugh and that is all that matters. We  both had leaned in and I whispered, "You're the most perfect thing in the world, inside and out." She smiled sweetly and i leaned in some more and kissed her gently, caressing her cheek with my hand. She kissed back just as gently and I had pulled away after a few seconds. I smiled at her, as she blushed down at the ground. She looked in the bathroom mirror using her makeup remover wipes to take off the lipstick that was on the side of her mouth and took the lipstick off of my cheek. She smiled up at me, and got on her tiptoes and landed a kiss on my lips for a second before we both had to go out of the bathroom due to her performance happening in 10 minutes and she need to practice, and, of course, I listened to her. Even if I had heard it a million times, it never seem to get boring, and it sounded even better while she was playing the solo on stage. At the end of the performance, I was the first one to stand up and I was the loudest one cheering for her.

She was so happy, and that made me happy. I sighed as I looked at the suitcase one last time. I felt like I couldn't just read one now, I had to read the rest. I shut the suitcase and locked it, getting up and grabbing the handle that connected to the box that held my heart at the moment. I went to my kitchen making a cup of coffee and sat down,opening the suitcase up once more and went through the letters till I found the next letter. It was written two months after our first kiss, and it was from her this time. 

I took a sip of my coffee and broke the seal to the letter and read it slowly, treasuring every single word in it.