Everytime I see your next letter my heart shoots into my stomach. Last spring, you said you loved me and I mocked you for because I was afraid. Unwrapping each crisp white envelope and drinking in your words I see you for who, not what, you are. Its too late to tell you so, now that you're a million miles and a mountain range away. I don't want to limit your experiances and I don't want you to feel trapped in a long distance relationship that's bound to be mostly unfulfilling, but if you still feel the way you did, I'd like you to know that I love you. I hope you read it between the lines of my replies, in the way I form the letters of your name on the front letter, under the stamp.
P.S. I'm sorry I'll never tell you this in an actual letter. I think if I could we would both be much happier.
Category Romance
