I sit down on the bench on our porch, carefully holding your letter. The first letter you left me. I miss you terribly. Do you miss me? I unwrap the yellow bow you had tied it with. Yellow was your favorite color. I'm careful not to cry right now.
The flowers have just started blooming. It reminds me of the day after we met, and you shakily handed me a dandelion you had picked by the playground. We were seven years old. And I remember you smelled like grass. Young love, such young love. There had never been anyone else for us, it was just you and me. I remember mother telling me when I was twelve, that we weren't going to work out. I guess we showed her that spring day when you proposed to me. You had put the ring on a dandelion, and I had cried. Mother cried too if I remember right. Dandelions have always been my favorite flower. Love, yours forever
CZYTASZ
Letters To Someone
General FictionHighest rank in General Fiction- #882 "I've always loved these kinds of days, I know you do too. Remember when we sat here on the porch, and drank our coffee in these mugs? I told you my deepest secret, and you never judged me. This swing on the po...
