Another year later
That day she received a letter in her post, it wasn’t a bill or some notification or anything of the kind; it was actually a letter to her, though the envelope did not have a return address, which was quite strange. The handwriting seemed vaguely familiar, so she opened the letter snickering at a random thought about letter bombs. Surely it could not be a bomb! However…
My Angel,
It took me quite a time to gather enough courage to write this letter to you, so I’m begging you to not treat it lightly.
Some time ago I suddenly realized that since the day we broke apart I had been living only a half-life, not really being able to take a full breath because something was missing in the air around me. It was when I got to meet you again that I understood what that missing ingredient had been…. You… It has always been you.
We are seeing each other occasionally these days but it’s always through a bunch of friends and it’s never enough for me to be able to breathe freely again. I wish I could hold you close, I wish you came willingly to my arms like you used to do back then, I wish I could breathe in that intoxicating mixture of your favourite Givenchy perfume and the very special scent of your skin, and I have no right to do it because I pushed you away myself and I can’t take back all the stupid words that I said to you…I can’t change the past.
And it’s torturing me!
Do you ever realize how excruciating it is to see you and talk to you, and to remind myself time and time again that you are not mine anymore? How heartbreakingly painful it is to listen to your laughter when you’re looking into somebody else’s eyes? Has anyone ever told you that you possess a truly dangerous quality – you look into a man’s eyes and somehow you make him think that he is the only one…? Baby, you probably could have any red-bloodied man by just staring into his eyes for several minutes with those gorgeous grey orbs of yours!
Every night your eyes haunt me in my sleep, every night I dread I’ll call my fiancé your name. Oh, so I’m getting married in a month, I guess you’ve already heard that…
So, basically, the reason I’m writing this letter to you is to let you know that you can stop me from doing it ANY TIME! And I mean it, angel. If you decide that you want me back, however fleetingly, I’ll come running. If it’s a one night stand that you want, I’ll be at your doorstep the moment I hear of it. If it’s a whole life together that you wish to have, I’m willing to give you that. I want it so bad, baby, I want you to want me, to give birth to my children, to be waiting for me at home when I come back from work, I want you to kiss me good night and to make me coffee in the morning.
It’s all up to you now, angel. Say a word, let me know that you’re willing to be with me for a lifetime, tell me I can have you again, and I won’t marry her. God, I’m ready to dump her at the altar if you come to church to tell me that! See what you’ve reduced me to, I’m THAT desperate…
Do you think that I’m crazy to tell you these things after all the time we spent apart? Do you think you could love me again? I’d like to think you could do that, if you just allowed yourself to think of it, so I am begging you here to think of it and give us a chance to live happily ever after. I told you how I feel in this letter, and I’ll be waiting for your answer, but I can’t afford to wait forever, so I’m giving it a month. In a month I will be married and there will be no turning back, that’s why I’m here on my knees praying for you to make this decision fast, and make it right. And if you don’t… I’m going to ask one more thing from you – next time you see me, don’t look at me, angel! Don’t look me in the eyes ever… And I don’t want to talk about it either; I don’t think I can bear it.
Please, don’t tell anybody about this letter, tear it into tiny pieces and throw the bits away; I don’t want people find out by accident, especially HIM. If he ever confronts me about it, I’ll deny everything, I have a fiancée, I cannot ruin it like this, I hope you understand.
I am waiting for you, angel, with all my heart I hope you will come to me and I will be able to hold you again.
Forever yours,
She squeezed her eyes shut, struggling to comprehend the words she had just read. The word “shock” didn’t even start to describe what she felt. There was only one little detail left, the one which would confirm all this craziness and make it final. And there it was – the name.
Vlad.
Hear the bomb go BOOM!
