Fighting For Her Heart

Royal Mail

Royal Mail.

19

After I grab the food I rush to the hair dye area. My hair is platinum blonde-naturally! So trying to blend in never did well for me. I grab the darkest shade of brown I could find.

I run home, trying not to look suspicious, and unlock the door. As soon as I shut the door I remember the mail had just came. I run back outside to get the stack of junk mail. I throw it on the counter and head to my bathroom. I barely read the instructions and before I know it, my hair is covered in very strong chemicals.

With the goop on my hair and a towel wrapped around my neck I walk down to the kitchen. I'm starving, my adventures today have gotten in the way of food. Which is not good for me. Thank God I'm not Diabetic.

Trevor.

Just that one thought about diabetes made me think of him, which then made me think of Trevor. It makes my heart beat fast and my palms get sweaty.

Ok maybe that's the chemicals seeping into my brain.

I grab an apple from the counter. I hold the apple between my teeth and reach for the newspaper,  sitting down. I slide it  to me and an envelope is sticking out of it. I lean on the table and -it has my name on it. How did someone find me?! Here of all places. Calm down nova. It could just be Lara.

My fingers reach the small letter and I sit down and look at it. It's pretty heavy for a regular sized letter. I turn the letter over a couple times. My names is neatly printed on the front. On the stamp is a purple stamp with the silhouette of a king and queen. Stamped over it says Royal Mail. I always smile when I see that and laugh a little. Then I say Royal Mail outloud with a British accent just to try it out on my lips.

Oh I'm so weird.

I carefully tear the parchment. Parchment. Ha. Look at me a real Brit, using real Bristish words.

Ok I'll stop now.

There is another envelope inside the first. Oh I hope this isn't one of those never ending envelope weird things. Where the smallest envelope will have a penny in it.

I take the 2nd envelope from the first and on this is beautiful stationary. My first name in big letters. Beautifully printed.

I carefully tear open the white envelope. The back even has a red wax seal. A beautiful set of initials press the wax in. Opening the envelope my heart starts racing. Probably the anticipation of who wrote this.

The inside card is just as perfect as the outside envelope. I can't take the anticipation any longer. My eyes fly to the bottom of the letter to see the name. A smile finds its way to my lips.

Dearest Nova,

I apologize for not contacting you sooner. I have been busy handling the family business. My father is ill so I have stepped up to take over. I'm even wearing a suit. Imagine that.

Trevor in a suit. Ha. But the imagine in my head of him, he clearly would be attractive. Focus!

I have written and rewritten this letter I don't know how many times. I spent three days on it so it would be perfect. Perfect like you. I know what you are saying in your head 'I'm not perfect' but to me you are. You're probably blushing right about now.

My face heats up. I use the newspaper to fan myself. Why does he always have to be right?

When I see you, I light up, you may not see it, but that's what I feel like. I love being around you, you make me a better person. I think about you constantly. In the mornings. During my breaks at work, especially when our travel photos pop up on my laptop, and yes I did load them on here. And I think about you before I go to bed. Wishing you are ok, and maybe that you think of me too.

I wish things with us didn't have to be so complictaed. But I want to try. I want to try so bad and be with you so much, it hurts.

I want the pointless bickering, the long walks, the late night phone calls, the good morning texts. I want cute pictures with you, to hold your hand, to make food for you, to call you baby. The joking, the wrestling, the fights, the long how I feel texts after we make up. I want to be one of those inseparable best friend couples that people are like "you're still together?" That's what I want. With you.

Always. I have always wanted this, since I first flirted with you in the pub. And I have to say that's the worse flirting experience I've ever had.

The next couple sentences were scratched out with a pen. But I could still read it.

If you can tell, I'm not used to getting shot down and leaving with out a phone number.

Sorry! Not the point.

Man-whore.

I want to be yours and you to be mine. To get jealous if a guy so much as looks at you the wrong way. If you're hurt or upset to hold you until you smile that amazing smile of yours.

I want to be with you. I really do. But the world I live in, it will be hard. But I think because we love each other so much that it can work. And yes I did just say love. I love you and I know you love me. It's been written on your face since the party at Oma's, but that's ok, Nani helped me through it. And I've loved you since we were in Kenya.

I'll see you soon.That's a promise.

I love you,

Trevor.

I set the letter down then pick it up again. I re-read the letter over and over again. To 1. Make sure I read it all right and 2. To see if Trevor really meant this for me.

I lean back in my chair and I look at the clock on wall. 4:38....4:38....4:38!

Oh my God! My hair!