Last night, there was a moment before you got into bed. You stood, quite naked, bending forward a little – talking. It was only for an instant. I saw you – I loved you so – loved your body with such tenderness. Ah, my dear! And I am not thinking now of “passion”.
My Darling,
Please don’t think that just because you find these words in your personal journal, I’ve invaded your space. You know I haven’t – and where else could I possibly leave a love letter? I’m eager to write you one tonight. You surround me completely – I feel you in my breath, hear you in my thoughts, and sense you within me…
When you visited for tea this afternoon, you took a brioche, split it in half, and gently pressed the soft inside with your fingers. You always have that little ritual with any bun or roll – your head tilted slightly as you do it…
As you opened your suitcase, I caught a glimpse of your old Feltie, a French book, and a comb all jumbled together. “Tig, I’ve only got three handkerchiefs.” Why does that memory bring me such joy?
Last night, just before you slipped into bed, there was a fleeting moment. You stood there, completely bare, leaning slightly forward as you spoke. It lasted only a heartbeat, but in that instant, I saw you and felt an overwhelming love for you – a deep affection for your body that was so gentle. Oh, my darling! I’m not referring to mere “passion” here.
No, it’s something deeper that makes every part of you feel incredibly valuable to me – your delicate shoulders, your warm, creamy skin, your ears that are cool like seashells – your long legs and the way I adore intertwining my feet with yours – the sensation of your belly and your slender back.
Just beneath the prominent bone at the nape of your neck, there’s a small mole. It’s partly our youth that evokes this tenderness in me – I cherish your youthfulness – I would be heartbroken if even a chill breeze were to touch it, if I had the power to protect it.
You and I, we have everything ahead of us, and I believe we will accomplish remarkable things – my faith in us is unwavering. My love for you is so profound that it leaves me in a state of quiet reverence. I desire no one else as my lover and friend, and to you alone will I remain devoted.
I am yours forever.
Tig.
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