Fool's Gold [styles au]

letter [2]

The last letter got me thinking about our first kiss. It really was beautiful, but you would know that already. Every kiss we shared was beautiful. It wasn't rushed or aggressive, it was gentle like the falling sleet that brushed our eyelids that day. The one thing I remember most about that kiss we first shared was your sweet, sweet lips. I couldn't get enough of their addictive taste. They were sweet like odorous white lilies blooming in the Spring. And as I cupped your powder white cheeks and pressed my lips against yours, I realised something. This wasn't some teenage love that would crash and crumble, and fade with time, this was love that would only grow deeper with age. Your love was like a fresh stream to my bruised and weary feet. Every step I took into the into the stream I felt more refreshed and healed and I couldn't help but yearn for more; to dive into that stream completely and lather myself in the sparkling water. I would only ever want more of you, for the rest of my life. I could say I love you a thousand times, until my lips were cracked and my voice was nothing but moving lips and silent words, but even then I still wouldn't be able to explain the way I fell about you; about us.

You see, there is still a you, and there is still a me, but what I need and want more than anything on this earth, is for there to be an us. I need us to be together, to be what we used to be. But the more I look back I begin to wonder if you ever really loved me half as much as I loved you. If you did, we'd still be together wouldn't we? I can't live without you, I'm going crazy. Everything I see reminds me of you and it's more painful then being thrashed around in an unforgiving storm that won't let up.

I have to cut this letter short before my tears rip the paper and smudge the ink, but just know that I will still always love you deeply and truly, and no time nor distance will change that.

Until next time my love,
H.