Dearest K –
I write to you from a distant hill, beneath trees that bloomsuch shades of green that I couldn’t begin to imagine in all my dizzying dreams. We’ve seen pictures and seen such vibrant colors in clothing. It’s not the same as seeing the sun glimmer through the leaves in golden hues. I can’t begin to express the beauty I see all around me. I see it, and I wish you were here to see it with me. I miss you, my love, with an ache that becomes more unbearable each passing day. Each bite of apple I take is shared with you in my mind. The rich smell is delightful. They’re not chilled from the snow or baked through, but fresh and tart, and utterly delightful.
How is it there? Has he gotten worse? I know in your last letter you expressed fears of his changing. I don’t fully understand how you mean. Has madness begun to touch his mind? His paranoia seemed to be worsening before I left, but not to the levels you’re hinting at. Please, dearest, stay strong. Do as he asks, as long as it keeps you safe. I will send for you as soon as I have gil enough to bring you here. I can’t disclose where I am currently, should this fall in the wrong hands. It’s best that you be cautious in how you send your letters, too. You never know who will apprehend them.
Think instead of my lips on yours. Think of our tender nights together, and how we would gaze at those dark windows through the night, with only a candle burning, sharing our dreams with each other. Think of my hands in your hair, and I will think of how you would always touch my arm when you laugh at one of my deplorable jokes. I’ll think of youat night, when my arms ache to hold you. I hope you’ll think of me and brush that part of your neck I know you love for me to kiss. Don’t forget me, my love. No matter what happens, I will send for you.
               Love,
                               -M
I write to you from a distant hill, beneath trees that bloomsuch shades of green that I couldn’t begin to imagine in all my dizzying dreams. We’ve seen pictures and seen such vibrant colors in clothing. It’s not the same as seeing the sun glimmer through the leaves in golden hues. I can’t begin to express the beauty I see all around me. I see it, and I wish you were here to see it with me. I miss you, my love, with an ache that becomes more unbearable each passing day. Each bite of apple I take is shared with you in my mind. The rich smell is delightful. They’re not chilled from the snow or baked through, but fresh and tart, and utterly delightful.
How is it there? Has he gotten worse? I know in your last letter you expressed fears of his changing. I don’t fully understand how you mean. Has madness begun to touch his mind? His paranoia seemed to be worsening before I left, but not to the levels you’re hinting at. Please, dearest, stay strong. Do as he asks, as long as it keeps you safe. I will send for you as soon as I have gil enough to bring you here. I can’t disclose where I am currently, should this fall in the wrong hands. It’s best that you be cautious in how you send your letters, too. You never know who will apprehend them.
Think instead of my lips on yours. Think of our tender nights together, and how we would gaze at those dark windows through the night, with only a candle burning, sharing our dreams with each other. Think of my hands in your hair, and I will think of how you would always touch my arm when you laugh at one of my deplorable jokes. I’ll think of youat night, when my arms ache to hold you. I hope you’ll think of me and brush that part of your neck I know you love for me to kiss. Don’t forget me, my love. No matter what happens, I will send for you.
               Love,
                               -M
