There is nothing as intense and beautiful as a letter scented by your love.
I have come upon a book filled with romantic sighs and sweet words. written by a woman in love. I am charmed and so I shall share a few installments of the diary....
Sunday 11:00 pm
My Love,
What beauty you have sent to me!! What a gift...of love and smiles. Sighs and moans.
I cannot even express to you what your letters mean to me! _______! I always asked for a love letter and you sent me a whole novel full.
I got your package last night as i came in late..It sat on my writing desk waiting for me. Oh La! I am entranced by you right now. I am.
Your love seeps from the pages and lands upon the very soul of me. Every page I turn there was a smile, a laugh, a tear.
I was surprised by the beauty of the novel. The little notes scribbled on the side pages and pictures pasted as well.
All of it was perfecity...sheer love. Happiness and joy. It sits on my bed here while i write this..bumped up next to my knee..never far from my fingertips. I have finnised it in one day. I kept sneaking into my room and slipping to the page that I had left...and each time I opened it a golden glow of you lit me up inside.
As soon as I finnished the last page, as soon as I kissed the last letter of your very last word I walked as quickly as I could to the nearest market and tried my hardest to find a journal as beautiful as the one you sent to me is!
How perfect it was IT IS! with your symbol stamped on the front...was it pressed there just for my _____! My Baby! I have tears again as I gaze upon it sitting here. On my bed, nestled nest to my body where you will be someday soon.
I am worried about you. well. I was. I am not anymore. You sound....happy. Content. loved.
I picked up a set of the special pens that I use for you. Like the ones I write with, they slide over the pages of aper with nary a lick. I will send them off to you soon.
I love you _____. I miss you so much my heart aches. I thought you would be right back. I did. We will get through this. Just you watch.
My eyes keep gazing upon my beautiful novel. I slide my hand on the cover and my fingers play in the grooves. I am made speechless by this gift. It is more precious then anything you could have bought me...for you have sent me your heart. Wrapped up in paper and bound by leather.
- A Lady loved
