Dearest K -
I’m relieved to know that you’re well, and am surprised at what he is now teaching you to do. Still, having a unique skill will be highly valuable once you have come here. I know that I continue to say soon, but I cannot yet say when. All I can do is share with you the life that you would live once here, one I’m forced to share with you in my mind and heart only. I swam yesterday for the first time. Mind you, I did not go deep, for I’ve never been in the water before. It was fresh and cool. I could feel fish, small ones, running along my legs. A few nipped at my toes in a ticklish way. I could almost hear your laughter join mine as I moved my arms clumsily through the cool blue depths. My friend is teaching me things here and there, things I have not known. Their government is so odd to me, so freeing in some ways, that I can’t begin to understand their means of freedom compared to ours. I wish I could explain this to you, and know you will understand immediately once you have come here.
We shared a meal with our new company, a grand feast that had quite unique foods that we often served but were denied to taste. You and I would often bites, all the same, my love. It’s not the same, however, not when the food is fresh compared to dried and congealed in grease. The food was not half eaten, but prepared beautifully and with such aromas, the mouth watered. I went back for more and more, and my friend laughed that I would gain so much weight, I wouldn’t be able to fit into my new clothing. I have had to learn to mend to keep myself garbed, and have learned to make a shirt for myself so far. I wanted sorely to make something for you as well. I’m certain I could get your measurements correct. It wouldn’t be safe, though. I’m afraid that something would give away my location. Even in my descriptions, I fear I give too much.
I asked that they make your favorite food one evening. They had never heard of it. Can you believe that? I taught them how to make it. I even went out to catch the necessary items myself. I told them all of you as we spoke. Your beauty and sweetness, and how you would dance into my arms when you were happy with something I had done. How bright your eyes would become when I would kiss you. Your exuberance would flow through the room, and you would sparkle. Ah, my love, how I miss you. I cannot help but think of you in everything I do. I wish you were here to bathe with me, and to rub at my shoulders as only you know how. The company has skilled healers to attend to the aches, but I would rather have you tending me with your sweet kisses. I would rather have you in my lap so I could find that ticklish spot on your ribs and lure you down onto the fragrant grass to make love to you.
I miss you, my love.
-M
I’m relieved to know that you’re well, and am surprised at what he is now teaching you to do. Still, having a unique skill will be highly valuable once you have come here. I know that I continue to say soon, but I cannot yet say when. All I can do is share with you the life that you would live once here, one I’m forced to share with you in my mind and heart only. I swam yesterday for the first time. Mind you, I did not go deep, for I’ve never been in the water before. It was fresh and cool. I could feel fish, small ones, running along my legs. A few nipped at my toes in a ticklish way. I could almost hear your laughter join mine as I moved my arms clumsily through the cool blue depths. My friend is teaching me things here and there, things I have not known. Their government is so odd to me, so freeing in some ways, that I can’t begin to understand their means of freedom compared to ours. I wish I could explain this to you, and know you will understand immediately once you have come here.
We shared a meal with our new company, a grand feast that had quite unique foods that we often served but were denied to taste. You and I would often bites, all the same, my love. It’s not the same, however, not when the food is fresh compared to dried and congealed in grease. The food was not half eaten, but prepared beautifully and with such aromas, the mouth watered. I went back for more and more, and my friend laughed that I would gain so much weight, I wouldn’t be able to fit into my new clothing. I have had to learn to mend to keep myself garbed, and have learned to make a shirt for myself so far. I wanted sorely to make something for you as well. I’m certain I could get your measurements correct. It wouldn’t be safe, though. I’m afraid that something would give away my location. Even in my descriptions, I fear I give too much.
I asked that they make your favorite food one evening. They had never heard of it. Can you believe that? I taught them how to make it. I even went out to catch the necessary items myself. I told them all of you as we spoke. Your beauty and sweetness, and how you would dance into my arms when you were happy with something I had done. How bright your eyes would become when I would kiss you. Your exuberance would flow through the room, and you would sparkle. Ah, my love, how I miss you. I cannot help but think of you in everything I do. I wish you were here to bathe with me, and to rub at my shoulders as only you know how. The company has skilled healers to attend to the aches, but I would rather have you tending me with your sweet kisses. I would rather have you in my lap so I could find that ticklish spot on your ribs and lure you down onto the fragrant grass to make love to you.
I miss you, my love.
-M
