There’s just something about handwritten, he thought. The pen danced on the notebook paper as he scribbled line after line. The words flowing through his hands and onto the page quickly and effortlessly, but not as fast as his heart beat.
Her heart beat quickly as the envelop was dropped in front of her. It fluttered down like a paper kite, finally landing on her desk. She stared for a moment, reading the name and wondering.
He wondered if it would get to her. The words he delicately wrote with care and kindness, and while he might not have known it yet, with love. It might have all been a risk to share these feelings, but he already knew, she was special.
She felt special in that moment. Reading her name on a surprise letter and thinking, could it be? It could be, it might be, she lightly picked it up and opened it with care. Pulling out a letter sealed all for her. She played with it in her hands for a moment, to make sure it was real.
It had all been real to him, every fleeting moment they had shared so far. While it was all fresh, and it was all new, it was all real, and it was the reason he was writing, word after and word, page after page.
She started on the first page and read slowly the words he’d written so easily, but so carefully. She savored them because like so much that they shared, those feelings were the same for her. Those feelings made her heart sing.
He sang soft words to himself as he signed and sealed the letter. Words he’d hope to sing to her one day, words he’d hope to sing to their daughter one day. They shared so many similarities, and the sweetness of words was one of them.
She read through the letter’s words, through his words. She soaked them in. They were sweeter than honey to her soul. It was sweetness she had never felt. So sweet, she didn’t feel she deserved them.
He knew she deserved the deepest of love, and he had tried his best to pour that into the few pages he folded and addressed for cross-country delivery. There would never be a way for him to not love her that way. She had his entire heart, always.
She knew it was love, and she knew it was for always. She didn’t know why, but she did. From the start, it seemed that was the only way. She held the letter against her heart, as tight as she could.
He held the letter tight on the way to the mailbox. Clutching the hopes and dreams of love before slowly dropping it off to fate. And as he let go of the letter there was a calm, and when he did he felt peace.
She felt peace as her fingers folded up the pages of the letter and slipped them back into the envelope. She smiled. She smiled big and bright, like she hadn’t smiled in a while.
While he waited for the letter to make its way west, he thought about their story so far. He thought about the moments and smiles they’d already shared, and the ones they dreamed about in the future. He thought about the story so far, and knew their short story wasn’t over yet.