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I’ve handled her letter so delicately, trying not to bend or tear any of the pages.
I have read it so many times now, though, that it has wrinkled some.
I also spilled wine on it the other night.
Now the letter is worn, and slightly stained, but means no less than it did
the time I snuck away and read it the first time.

Having a tangible piece of her, especially something written so beautifully,
makes me feel just a little closer to her.
And maybe, even, a little closer to myself.
Her words express her feelings for me, but directly reflect my own feelings for her.
It’s a wonderful, curious experience, every time I read it.

I’ve been feeling a little down on my luck today.
Fighting hard with external forces to try and make my way to her somehow.
It seems like things are spiraling out of control.

Reading her letter helps restore a little faith, though.
It is a reminder that there is something so much bigger and better
waiting for me...
...even if I have to wait a little longer to experience it.

I guess that’s what love is, though.
You have to have patience.
And confidence that everything is going to be worth it
in the end.
So I guess I’ll just keep reading her letter, calling her…
and telling her that I love her...
and await the day when I can truly show her how much she means to me.
the day I get to shrink the distance...
that day...
a new day...
tomorrow, maybe.

Description
I’ve handled her letter so delicately, trying not to bend or tear any of the pages.
I have read it so many times now, though, that it has wrinkled some.
I also spilled wine on it the other night.
Now the letter is worn, and slightly stained, but means no less than it did
the time I snuck away and read it the first time.

Having a tangible piece of her, especially something written so beautifully,
makes me feel just a little closer to her.
And maybe, even, a little closer to myself.
Her words express her feelings for me, but directly reflect my own feelings for her.
It’s a wonderful, curious experience, every time I read it.

I’ve been feeling a little down on my luck today.
Fighting hard with external forces to try and make my way to her somehow.
It seems like things are spiraling out of control.

Reading her letter helps restore a little faith, though.
It is a reminder that there is something so much bigger and better
waiting for me...
...even if I have to wait a little longer to experience it.

I guess that’s what love is, though.
You have to have patience.
And confidence that everything is going to be worth it
in the end.
So I guess I’ll just keep reading her letter, calling her…
and telling her that I love her...
and await the day when I can truly show her how much she means to me.
the day I get to shrink the distance...
that day...
a new day...
tomorrow, maybe.