Letters And Cookies

Letter One

Dear Lizzie,

            I'm gonna write a book of letters to you, starting today; the day we started dating. It's December 2nd, 2014, and you're asleep at the moment. You have no idea I'm even making this story. I just thought it would be really cute, and hey, it might be kinda fun to look back at all our memories in twenty years and remember how we felt. I'm telling you right now, I feel excited. That's the only word I can find, other than ecstatic. Ecstatic, yeah, that fits it pretty well. I feel ecstatic, overflowing with joy and excitment.

 Last night I had a flashback, some dejavu that felt too real. But I didn't know when, until I was lying in bed and eating yams. I had the flashback, but this time it was so real. Like I was there. Not like a vision, more like I was going back in time. Like a seer's vision reversed.

 I was with Eric, the boy I grieved everyday for so long. The love of my life back then. And I realized; He represented you.

 I felt the same way around him when we were just friends, as I did with you. I knew what came next.

 Eric took my pain away, made me forget about my earlier ex, Wyatt. You took a huge pain from me; you took what made me crazy. What made me want to die.

 You took away my greif.

 When I was with you he didn't even cross my mind.

 It was like he never even existed, like you were the only person in the world.

 With Eric, we met on day one and became best friends, as did you and I. On day two we spent a lot of time together, and we revealed things and granted great trust on the second night, as did you and I. And, just as Eric and I did; on the second night, we lied in our beds and fell in love, getting drunk on the pure thought of each other.

 On the third day, we confessed our love.

 As did you and I.

 So welcome to day four, Lizzie. Unless you read this on a later date.

 Remember the second night, when I had the vision? The vision of myself marrying the strawberry brunet? I think that strawberry brunet was you.

 It was cold out in the vision, maybe we were in Sweden. Maybe that's what our wedding will look like when we have it.

 I hope that's true.

 You know, maybe we are seers. Because I always knew I would meet a girl like you; someone who's absolutley perfect for me, and not only that, but perfect in general in my eyes.

 I love you. Deeply. It's not just a cute saying, you know. It's a promise. It's a promise that I'll never hurt you (with one exception ;P Er mer gerd I said that >///< everyone comment #YuriFan XD). I won't, I swear. I never will. I'll never break your heart, in fact, I might as well say I'll never leave you. Because I won't.

 You may think I'm being "Over-Attached" or "Overly-Commited," that I'm being "Clingy" or that I'm "Moving Too Fast." But this is just how fast my car goes when the winning prize to the race is so grand.

 May the waterdrops pray, with their entire hearts, that I don't get in a crash.

 Because my car would be crushed if I couldn't finish this race.