We're reaching the end of my letters, love. As much as I want to write you more and more, enough to the point of where you can wake up to a new one every day, I'm afraid I'm running out of time. It's amazing I even got this far. Granted I had to cherry pick dates so that I could spend (most of) the rest of my time with you instead of slaving over these sheets of paper.
There are so many things I want to tell you, and not enough dead trees in the world for me to write on. But I'll save that for my last letter.
The last present I made you won't be given until Christmas, with my final letter. I don't know how it will make you feel, but I hope it's enough to make up for all the time we don't get to spend together.
I probably shouldn't have told you anything about your last gift until later in the month... but it's too late to change it now (I wrote this in pen and I'm not screwing up my beautiful format). Just promise me you won't nag Chris to the end of infinity.
I love you.
Love,
Lauren
YOU ARE READING
I Left You This Box
Fanfiction"I'm sorry it had to be this way." (Check out the translated version of my story on @Black_Raven234 's profile)
