[ This letter arrives in a yellow envelope. It uses cute blue stationery paper bought from the department store, and the handwriting is neat and tidy as Crane would have always known it as.
(There’s one very, very stark sign of the letter being tampered with, even though the seal on the envelope is undisturbed.) ]
I know you don't really like to read, so I'll try to keep this letter short and sweet. To be honest, I don't know if this will even reach you. It's hard to say how reliable the delivery service is. Maybe all of my feelings conveyed here will be consigned to nowhere, like the depths of the ocean?
Well, I can't let something as trifling as that stop me from writing anyway. Nothing would get done if I did.
In the time since you've returned home, I've been doing all right. Not a day goes by where I don't think of you, and I wish we had more time to do more things together. Like go to the beach, or take you to this place called an 'amusement park'. You'll probably find fishing boring, but I'd be happy if you had whatever I'd catch for your meal.
There was another kissing game recently, but it mostly just made me wish I could kiss you and Lancelot instead. Some things should only be shared between the people I hold dearest, and I'll take every excuse to shower you with affection. And I admit I do want to show off that we're together now, in no uncertain terms. Would you get embarrassed or take it as a challenge if we were to have a deep kiss where anyone could see us?
After spending nearly every day waking up next to you in some way, I really miss being able to cuddle with you. It’s a little childish, I know. I want to wake up and make breakfast for you, feel your curves beneath my fingertips, mark your skin and admire how beautiful you are. You're terribly cute when you're flustered and happy.
I've already told you this, but there's no harm in repeating it: I'll always be yours, and you'll always be a part of my heart. Though we may gain more experiences apart from one another, it doesn't make you any less important to me. You are my beloved north star. The one whom I will always think of whenever I lose my way, and who I hope to share my happiness with always. Even if we can’t be by each other’s side right now — sorrow waters joy, and the sun will continue to rise in the east and set in the west.
I only just realized that turn of phrase is probably a little too fancy for your taste. What I mean to say is that our reunion will be a happy one. I promise. Even when all is swallowed by the sea, I will still love you.
You don’t need to write back to me if that’s not what you want. Honestly, I don’t know how you’re supposed to send a reply, anyway? I guess you could ask the old man for his scholarly opinion, at the risk of sounding kind of mad. Then again, this probably isn’t the weirdest thing he’s ever had to deal with.
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(There’s one very, very stark sign of the letter being tampered with, even though the seal on the envelope is undisturbed.) ]
I know you don't really like to read, so I'll try to keep this letter short and sweet. To be honest, I don't know if this will even reach you. It's hard to say how reliable the delivery service is. Maybe all of my feelings conveyed here will be consigned to nowhere, like the depths of the ocean?
Well, I can't let something as trifling as that stop me from writing anyway. Nothing would get done if I did.
In the time since you've returned home, I've been doing all right. Not a day goes by where I don't think of you, and I wish we had more time to do more things together. Like go to the beach, or take you to this place called an 'amusement park'. You'll probably find fishing boring, but I'd be happy if you had whatever I'd catch for your meal.
There was another kissing game recently, but it mostly just made me wish I could kiss you and Lancelot instead. Some things should only be shared between the people I hold dearest, and I'll take every excuse to shower you with affection. And I admit I do want to show off that we're together now, in no uncertain terms. Would you get embarrassed or take it as a challenge if we were to have a deep kiss where anyone could see us?
After spending nearly every day waking up next to you in some way, I really miss being able to cuddle with you. It’s a little childish, I know. I want to wake up and make breakfast for you, feel your curves beneath my fingertips, mark your skin and admire how beautiful you are. You're terribly cute when you're flustered and happy.
I've already told you this, but there's no harm in repeating it: I'll always be yours, and you'll always be a part of my heart. Though we may gain more experiences apart from one another, it doesn't make you any less important to me. You are my beloved north star. The one whom I will always think of whenever I lose my way, and who I hope to share my happiness with always. Even if we can’t be by each other’s side right now — sorrow waters joy, and the sun will continue to rise in the east and set in the west.
I only just realized that turn of phrase is probably a little too fancy for your taste. What I mean to say is that our reunion will be a happy one. I promise. Even when all is swallowed by the sea, I will still love you.
You don’t need to write back to me if that’s not what you want. Honestly, I don’t know how you’re supposed to send a reply, anyway? I guess you could ask the old man for his scholarly opinion, at the risk of sounding kind of mad. Then again, this probably isn’t the weirdest thing he’s ever had to deal with.
With love,
[ Spring Born Wind ]