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March 17, 2019

Unsent Love Letter

Twelve Years Ago

Dearest Princess Acacia,

I shouldn't be writing this, or thinking about you at all, because you sent me away. But I can't help it. From the deepest moment that I found out that we were betrothed, I was beside myself. Truly.

It's a moment I won't ever forget, and I can't really help myself. You're so beautiful, it's dehumanizing. And I look upon myself in the mirror, and I just remember why I wasn't the one you could love. I went too fast, I know that. I should've slowed down, and at least taken a shower.

You're too incredible for a Sir like me. I'm the son of a Lord, I can't compete with a Prince that you're destined to marry. Well, should've been. The only reason we were supposed to be in love was, because your mom and mine were the best of friends. They had us at the same time, and that was the only reason.

But we never really spoke until recently, and all of that rejection from your mother that mine talked about later in the relationship, all slipped away. Even now as I'm sitting here in Avalad's servant quarters, writing a letter I'll never send. I just imagine, what it would be like, falling in love with a princess. Not just any princess. You.

I was cleaning the stables the other day, and I came across a memory that might be excluded from yours. But, when we were children, we used to play a lot.

I doubt you remember such, you never seemed interested in me.

Anyhow, I remember getting on our little miniature pony that we shared. Daniel, I believe we called it. I remember you wanting to ride him, this one day when we were five. You complained that you were too small. Of course, me being the kinda guy I was, and only a little bit taller than you thought that I could help you get on the horse. So, that's what I did.

But I got on that horse with you, and I remember smiling, and laughing. Years later, we had little moments, but I found myself just looking in your direction, and completely fawning over you. Your elegance, your grace, and how you were never afraid to ask for help.

I admire that about you, Acacia. And I very much wish I could be apart of your life again, and just see you being the gorgeous, brilliant princess you are. No matter how much your parents pressure you, or how your brother hurts you. It's all just small pieces of what make you, you.

I hope to find you again, soon.

-Lincoln