Letters through a lifetime

Tamsin was preparing tea for noon when she suddenly heard the sound of the mail coach. She was not expecting any mail but nevertheless she went outside to retrieve her families letters. She looked and shifted through the envelopes until she found one that peaker her interest. It was a letter addressed to her sister from a gentleman she had never heard off. That was not what caught her attention, it was that it seemed to be coming all the way from Cyprus. How could her sister possibly have a suitor all the way from Cyprus. She could not wrap her head around it, considering the fact that they currently resided in Canada. Quietly walking inside she set the letters down and went back to her task. She spent majority of the afternoon resisting opening that God forsaken envelope. It was almost a desperate need of hers to find out what was inside. It’s not like anyone would find out. Her mother was currently in town buying flour and her sister was somewhere in Toronto. Would it hurt anyone if she just peeked? Looking at the water boiling she imagines the words that could possibly be inside. The herbal tea was not as satisfying today as it is everyday. Walking over to the counter, she rips a tare in the envelope. Her sister is not coming home for another three months, by then there will surely be more letters. It will not hurt her if she does not find out about this one specific letter. She eyes it carefully reading the words that look almost to neat to belong to a man. Dear Angelica, I am writing to you from the birthplace of Aphrodite. I write to you with my heart full of love and longing. It has been three long months since we saw each other, and not a day goes by where I do not think about the moment we share. I miss you terribly- I know if you were here you would love the vibrant culture and all the amazing cuisine. I know that I am being quite dramatic and that our separation is only temporary yet I can’t help to miss your voice, your smile, your touch- they are all imprinted permanently on my heart. We will be reunited when I grow tired of traveling and head home. Until that day I will find comfort in letters, hopefully words will bridge the distance between us. I long to hear from you, to know what feelings you are experiencing, what you are doing and what is on your mind. You are my everything, Angelica. You are my heart and soul. I desperately hope and make pleas with God that you feel the same way about me. With all my love, James The words seemed almost to sentimental and loving to belong to any man. Tamsin read the letter over and over again. She was baffled. Men were not sentimental and loving creatures. His letter should have been filled with stories of him recalling his travels, stories of people he met in Cyprus not these proclamations of love and devotion. Certainly that is something that only a woman could write.