To my desirable Clara,
Each day where we won't be together will be harder and harder to bear. Days with out your laugh. Days without your smile. Days with out your love.
We are at letter number four now and two years into knowing you. I can't believe how long ago it was, I bet I looked a right state with a dodgy haircut and sense of style. It still amazes me how you can't have an off day. You can't take a bad picture of you. Your just perfect.
What do you think happens in death? I choose to believe you go to a happy place where everything is perfect and your surrounded by the people you love. But when I die you won't be there so I guess my image of death is not possible.
Maybe death is just peaceful, a long sleep but you just don't wake up. I don't want peace though, I want the hustle and bustle of life. The stress of supporting a family. But I now have come to realise this is just something I can't have.
In this letter I want to talk about the time our families met. It was a complete disaster that at the time seemed like the end of the world but now I just look back and laugh at the memory.
It was Christmas, our first Christmas. The snow was falling and everything looked like it had popped out of a Christmas card. Even you in your red Christmas dress and funny snowmen earrings.
Flashback- Christmas Day 2016
"Merry Christmas!" Clara shouted as she shook me awake. We were living in her flat until we could afford a bigger place but this felt like my true home already.
"Merry Christmas!" I mumbled back as Clara just continued to shake me until I squinted my eyes open.
"Clara is it half past six?" I asked in a shocked voice as I looked at the clock.
"Yes... so, it's Christmas Day!" Clara squealed as I groaned in protest.
"Clara it's so early!" I laughed happily knowing this was going to be the best Christmas ever.
"I know, come on Santa will have left the presents!" Clara rushed as she pulled me out of bed.
"Clara you do know that Santa is not real?" I asked as she rolled her eyes and hit my arm.
"Piss off your such a grinch!" Clara shouted making me laugh hysterically.
We walked into our living room to see a couple of presents wrapped up under our tree.
We opened them and they were the presents from Flora and Tommy and also the presents we were exchanging ourselves.
The whole time Clara smiled like a young child who had just opened the new fancy toy from that year. It made my heart swell and I could watch her singing Christmas songs and jumping about for hours. But I couldn't.
Our parents were coming to the flat for Christmas dinner. We hadn't all met properly yet and I was bricking it.
Two hours later
There was a delicate knock at the door and Clara quickly got up and sprinted to it.
"Clara! Oh how we have missed you! Haven't we missed her Charles." The posh voice of a woman who I assume to be Clara's mother sounded at the door.
"Of course it has been six months, where has my little princess been?" Her father asked in an even more posh voice if possible.
"Well me and Theo have been sorting out the flat, moving his things in and sorting through everything. You know." Clara said almost hesitantly. I stood up and went to the door also the meet the love of my life's parents.
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Love Always, Theo
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