I know the last time I saw you that you were angry with me. And it was justified. I can only tell you how sorry I am and promise never to do something so stupid again.
I hope by the time we see each other again, you'll have forgiven me. And that you liked the flowers and picture I sent you.
In case you aren't aware of it, I also love you like crazy too.
Yours Always,
Brody
It wasthe first and only love letter I'd ever received. It wasn't filled with romantic prose or sweeping declarations of undying love, but it was filled with exactly what I needed.
I didn’t need poetic words or dramatic statements of adoration.
These words, written from the heart, and the emotions that brought them forth were what we would build our lives on.
With careful hands, I folded the letter and slipped it back into the envelope. I wondered if this would be the only love letter I would get from Brody.
Even if it was, it wouldn’t matter. Because he didn’t just write these words, he lived them. Every day of those short weeks we were together he showed me how he felt. His actions spoke far more than anything he could say or write.
I realized my cheeks were damp and grabbed a tissue to dry the tears. I couldn’t tell him he’d made me cry with this letter. I’d never live it down.
Without giving myself time to think, I grabbed my phone to text him.
I miss you. I’m giving you 7 days. If you haven’t made your move by then, I’m sneaking into your office dressed as a repair guy.
I hit send and within seconds I could see the dots at the bottom of the screen that signified he was typing.
So you got my letter?
I laughed. I could almost hear the smirk in his voice.
I did. I’m thinking of framing it and hanging it somewhere highly visible when my brother comes over.
More dots.
Do you want him to kill me? Or just tease me without mercy?
Ouch. That was almost insulting. Before I could reply, he was typing again.
Ignore that. It was stupid.
I laughed and sent my own reply.
You were *this* close.
He didn’t answer right away but I figured he was probably at work and got interrupted.
I’d like to be that close. This will be over in a few days and we will be. I promise. I have a client coming in but you’ll be hearing from me soon.
My heart thumped hard in my chest at the thought.
Good. I’ll see you then.
His reply was an emoji blowing a kiss. Feeling goofy, I sent him a bunch of hearts in several different colors. When he didn’t reply, a wave of sadness washed over me.
I hoped he was right about everything being over soon. I knew I wouldn’t last much longer before I made good on my threat to wear a disguise and sneak into his office.
