"', I wish, my Dear Laurens, it might be in my power, by action rather than words, to convince you that I love you. I shall only tell you that 'till you bade us Adieu, I hardly knew the value you had taught my heart to set upon you. Indeed, my friend, it was not well done. You know the opinion I entertain of mankind, and how much it is my desire to preserve myself free from particular attachments, and to keep my happiness independent on the caprice of others. You should not have taken advantage of my sensibility to steal into my affections without my consent. But as you have done it and as we are generally indulgent to those we love, I shall not scruple to pardon the fraud you have committed, on condition that for my sake, if not for your own, you will always continue to merit the partiality, which you have so artfully instilled into me."'
About a month later
Alexander's POV
I was writing one of my essays when I was interrupted by a knock at my door, I went to answer it. It was Mulligan and Lafayette "Boys what brings you he-" I paused they had stepped aside revealing a small framed man with freckles "Laurens?" I asked surprised he smiled I tackled him into a hug lifting him about an inch off the ground, We both laughed Mul and Laff joined us "I missed you too Alex" he said still laughing "Let's hit up two pints and get a few drinks " Milligan suggested
We all had about two shots and a few beers but after a while things went silent. "Welp we'll leave you two to catch up" Laf said getting up from the table and practically dragging Mulligan from his seat. I looked over to Laurens who had been writing out a check to pay for the drinks. I would have payed but knowing John he would've insisted on doing so anyways so I just watched. He got up and held out a hand offering to help me up I took it and stood, still holding my hand he led me out the door. We wandered down the sidewalk not exchanging a word. We continued until I decided to break the ice "So, jack what brings you back into town?" he stopped as he pulled out a folded up piece of paper from his pocket letting my, now sweaty, hand go as he handed me the paper. I unfolded the paper noticing the handwriting as mine I scanned over the letter. I felt my face begin to burn as I read over my writings. I passed the letter back over to John staring down at my feet as he put the letter back into his pocket he then grabbed my hand and once again we began walking in silence.
We stopped at an empty park and sat at one of the picnic tables still not saying a word until....
"Were you serious" he asked in a serious tone
"Yes." I replied bluntly
"Honest and True" he continued questioning me
"Yes" I answered finally looking at him
He smiled and laughed softly before handing me another letter this letter was a plagiarized version of mine but with little notes written off to the side that said things like "I love you too and you don't have to prove anything to me you're perfect"I felt my face heat up again, and by the time I had looked up again John had moved to my side of the table he was blushing and fiddling around with his fingers. I slid down closer tawords him he directed his attention tawords me staring at me as I did the same. I gazed into his dark green eyes, the way each one of his freckles was remarkably placed onto his beautiful face, he smiled slightly, that was his most beautiful feature, his smile filled me with an urge to continue on and to continue fighting for what I believe in. I stroked his red cheek as I leaned in close to his face stopping as my lips brushed against his. He looked surprised for a moment and noticed the hesitant look in my eyes and smiled. He rested his hand on my leg And kissed me I kissed him back
And I knew I loved him
Laurens~
"'And I remember when I met HIM, it was so clear that
he was "the only one for me".
We both knew it, right away.
And as the years went on, things got more DIFFICULT -
we were faced with more challenges.
I begged him to stay.
Try to remember what we had at the beginning.
He was charismatic, magnetic, electric and everybody knew it.
When he walked in every woman's head turned, everyone stood up
to talk to him.
He was like this hybrid, this mix of a man who couldn't contain himself. I always got the sense that he became torn
between being a good person and
missing out on all of the opportunities that life could
offer a man as MAGNIFICENT as him.
And in that way I understood him
and I LOVED him.
I loved him, I loved him, I loved him.
And I STILL love him.
I LOVE HIM.
(Raise a glass to equality -sen)
