Dear Niall,
June 11
It's happening. Tomorrow night it's happening. It's happening it's happening it's happening.
Louis' parents and my parents will be out if town on the same weekend. He's invited me over. We're going to do it, Niall. I'm going to do it. It's happening, it's happening.
I don't know how I feel about it, but I know how I'm supposed to feel about it. I'm supposed to be psyched, so I guess that's how I feel.
Niall, I'm actually doing it. It's happening. I'm giving myself to him, I'm letting him have all of me. It's happening.
I hope I'm like, good at it. I hope he's good at it, although I don't doubt he will be. He's wonderful at everything.
Love,
Elle
Dear Elle,
June 11
I'm coming home soon. This weekend, in fact. I can't wait to see you.
I'm going to kiss you, I have to.
I won't tell you why, and I'll probably blame it on missing you a lot or something, even though really it's because I love you.
Elle Banks, I love you. I love you with everything I have. I'm in love with every part of you, down to the freckle on your left ankle. I love you.
I love your brown hair and your pale skin. I love the T-shaped scar on your forehead and your laugh. I love your love for books, I love your hands and your feet, I love you. I love you down to the blood pumping through your veins right this very second.
I am madly, utterly in love with you, Elle. And I'm kind of afraid. I've never felt any feeling of any kind this strongly, but right now I can feel it so much that my hands are shaking as I write these words on this piece if paper.
I know that one day, I'll have to tell you what I'm feeling right now. And although you may not feel the same way, I can't just not be in love with you, and so I'll embrace it. I'll love you now and I'll love you for as long as I live, and then some. Even when I'm dead and gone, lying in a box under the ground, I'm still going to be so in love with you that I can hardly contain myself. I love you, I love you, I love you.
Love,
Niall
