July 21 2000

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July 21st 2000


Dear Lisa, 

Hi there. I've been having a lot of fun with the kids, you know... without you. That's hard to say but easier to write down. Without you. I guess I just can't bear the thought when I really think about it. I know I've been pestering you a bunch about your departure date, but honestly, it's killing me - when on Earth are you coming back? Make it soon. Please! For me. For the kids. For your parents. 

Guess who was back here today? Tiffany. She came with flowers and a beautiful vase to put them in. No matter how much I know you would have forgiven her, I just slammed the door in her face. Missing someone makes you do very rash things; you would have just said 'apology accepted' without a second thought and invite her in for some tea. No matter what she did you would forgive her because you could see how much pain they were in, aching of guilt. No matter how much more pain you were in. You have a soft, kind heart and that's one of the many things I love about you. 

Ah, that's a load of crap. I love everything about you. 

Do you love everything about me? Haha, I think I can guess some of the things you find irritating in my personality. Do you find me irritating at all? Do I ask too many questions? Yeah, of course I do. 

Today I was picking flowers out in the garden. You know what it reminded me of? Our first anniversary. Ten whole months. 

"Happy anniversary," I said and you put your arms around my neck. 

"Happy anniversary," you replied and met your lips with mine. I think that was our first real kiss; it felt so full of passion and electricity. I felt the energy coursing through my veins as our lips moved together, as one. You and I. 

Why the flowers? (Oh look, more 'whys'.) Because I had taken you to my flower garden, where I had formed your name in roses. It took me forever to make. Why do you think you were never allowed in my backyard until then? 

I hate recalling those moments, those memories. In a way it makes me happy, but then it makes me sad. Two completely different feelings at once. Yet so perfect together. 

Kind of like us. 

Lots of love, 

Liam xoxo

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