Dearest Alex,
It took me a long time to call you that. You had, for some reason that I never asked, introduced yourself as Alexander to me on the 15th of March, and it just stuck. I remember the date because I had just come back from visiting my dad. You somehow looked into my eyes, eyes of a stranger at the time, and said the thing I needed to hear the most, "It'll be okay." What I would do to hear those words from you again.
Your smile is one constant that I have relied on for many occasions- Delilah's wedding, losing my job, and Mom's illness. When I felt like my sanity was being ripped from me, you held me in your arms, looked me in my eyes and just smiled. That smile could blast open a thousand dams in me- and Lord knows it did every single damned time.
I apologize my love, for I digress. Today, Alex I write to you because I think you deserve to know... I hope you're doing well. I hope that you are comfortable, and happy. I want to wish that you forgot me, for I know the burden of carrying memories, but I am still so selfish when it comes to you.
I hear the church bells ring. You once told me that as a kid, you used to believe that angels would come down to ring the bells. It's rather of silly of me, but I hold your childish wandering as my truth. My love, if you do come down to ring the bell please come say hi.
Yours truly,
Rhea Malvin
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Dearest Alex, Yours Truly
Short StoryLove letters written by Reema Malvin to her love, Alexander Mohammed Malvin. These letters provide a glimpse into their story.
