Letters Across The River | j.h.s. Short Story

14 February

Dear Essie,

Happy Valentine's Day! I know it's not time for my weekly letter but this is a special occasion. I'll keep this simple; I know you've never liked all the extra pomp and circumstance this holiday brings.

Remember 3 years ago when I confessed that I loved you for the first time? I was so nervous, I could barely look you in the eye that day. I planned to confess in the morning but I chickened out and found all kinds of ways to avoid you until you confronted me that evening. Seeing you worriedly asking me if you'd done anything wrong made my heart ache because I hadn't realised that was how you'd interpreted my actions. Looking back, it made sense that you'd think that way. It hit me that I just had to be honest and deal with it if you didn't feel the same, because I would regret not telling you.

After my nervous, stuttering confession, I could see in your eyes that you felt the same immediately, even though it took you a few minutes to stop crying long enough to tell me you loved me. Do you remember? We spent that entire evening dancing in the studio together, only leaving after 1am where we talked on the phone for hours until you fell asleep (you snored by the way^-^).

Perhaps I'm being long-winded, but I cherish all those little moments we have together, every single one. You are the one who gave me hope for the future in my darkest days, and you are the one who brightens my mood as soon as you walk into a room. Thanks to you, I base my life around hope and love. I love you Essie, to the very ends of the universe and back, with my entire being.

Your hope, your angel,
Hobi♡