12/25/2020
Dear Elizabeth,
It’s Christmas, and while I realize that I should be thinking about holly and the joy of the season, I can’t seem to stop thinking of you. Ever since that night, I couldn’t stop. The way your long brown hair fell down your back and the way it shined in the moonlight from your window, the way your gentle hands cupped my cheeks as you kissed me for the first time, and the way your freckles almost seemed to glow under the soft spotlight of the moon. It all mesmerized me, and the pain of not having you with me is killing me. I need to feel you next to me again. I want to look over and see your beautiful green eyes look into mine like I’m the only thing that matters. I want to hear your soft alluring melody that you call your laughter. What I wouldn’t do to hold your soft and perfect hands, Elizabeth. To look down and see your pale fingers with chipped polish on them, to press my lips to your cold and beautiful hands, I would give anything. I am so in love with you, and it is haunting me not having you next to me. I await the day until I can call you mine, and I can turn towards you and kiss you because you’re mine, and no one else’s. I love you, Elizabeth. It kills me to be away from you. Soon, darling, will we be kissing under the tall apple tree, even when there is snow powdered all around us. Until then my love, I am yours forever. I love you.
Anna
