• heart I sit down at my desk, my wooden vessel of literature. heart
    I write many things- thoughts come to me when I think.
    I have been burdened by feelings that I can't describe.
    I grab a sheet of parchment and my pen and ink to let the writing commence.

    A letter of love fills my head as the words come to my mind.
    These feelings overflow, pour out of me as I write.
    This is how I will start:

    Dear Jeremy,
    This is my love letter to you. Enclosed are all my feelings to you and my vows to you. I am desperate for you, wanting to feel you against me. Your touch is what I long for. . .

    I don't want to sound like I'm sad because I'm not.
    As I start to write again, there are flashes in my head.
    Flashes of glasses breaking, of candles being extinguished, of ink dripping on a mirror and a bride and groom figurine.

    As I write more, I have a mood of desperateness.
    . . . I yearn for your kissand that one day we'll get married. Please accept my letter and my vows to you. I promise to make you happy when you're with me.

    heart I heart you,
    Mary