Saturday 5th December 1970
351 Words
Saturday 5th December 1970
My sweetest Julia,
I knew you would not fail me. I knew the moment I told you where I was that you would write. And write you did. Over and over!
You will never know what it means to me that you wrote just how much you still love me. Your forgiveness makes everything all right. I did not expect such a torrent of letters. Every one is held against my heart as I struggle with my daily life.
Please, do not cry. There were tears on your letters, darling girl. Please do not feel that your circumstances now mean that I would not want you back in my arms once more. I have always wanted a perfect baby. You can give me the chance. Please say you will.
There are reasons that I am unable to explain more clearly why I left as I did. If anyone found this letter with that explanation, then I would be in extreme danger of needing to vanish once more. I know you do not want that, do you, not now? Did you do as I asked? Did you burn the letter? Please say that you did. I don’t want to ever have to leave you, ever again. Every moment spent without you has been torture. You know how much I adore you. You belong to me. I need you with me. Without you here, my life is worth nothing.
I dreamed of us last night, lying here, your head on my chest while I read you poetry and that passage of Jane Eyre you love so much. The one about the invisible cord that fastens two hearts. There is an invisible bond between us, Julia. You have always known it, haven’t you? It cannot be broken and it pulls us together again now.
Please, my angel, say you will come. I need to see you. To hold you. I want to feel your lips on mine.
Write to me. Say you’ll come. And please burn this letter. Do not fail me.
With every drop of love and passion I have within me for you,
Your very own,
Alex.
x – x – x
- Writer
