15/01/17
Dear Andrew,
You were sitting in the cafe. When we first met. You were on your last year on uni, had a paper you had to write. I think it was your dissertation and it must have been about the fear of happiness?
I think. Does that make me a bad fiancé? I know how proud you are of that work and I love seeing you when you find it every now and then on your old USB. You get so excited and read over it, even though you already know what's coming next. But seeing your smile is what makes it worthwhile.
So you were sitting down, on your last few bits and you had a coffee beside you. There was no where to sit so rolling my shoulders back, I swallowed by nerves and walked up to you. My eyes glanced at the door several times but I needed somewhere to work and this was my favourite coffee shop.
You pushed your things away and smiled nervously, apologising for the mess. That's when I saw your eyes. Ordinary brown eyes but they looked amazing. At that time I thought nothing of it, just ordinary eyes but they've become my joy.
You told me you were finally done, said you would come the next day but try to come earlier to get a seat. I told you I was coming earlier than you were. Smiling as beautiful as ever, you told me to save you a seat.
I love the story of how we met.
I love you,
Your spency xx
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Dear Andrew {COMPLETED}
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