Letters from Lawrence (12)
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She returned with a small wooden box, labeled “Lorelai”. She took out at least three or four brown paper envelopes. “Here, I kept them for you.” She muttered.
I reached for them, despite the pain in my arms. These letters were my lifeline now. Other than the doctors for my sudden sickness. I held onto the brown parchment with care and love. I read the first, very long letter.
Dear Lorelai,
I miss you so much. I feel so desperate without you in my arms. The only thing keeping me from depression is my two sisters, and knowing you’re with your aunt, who saved my stepmother and yourself. Thanks to your aunt, my stepmother has grown to be more kind towards her children, and is less threatening. She continues to reassure me that all will be well. That we can both still live happy lives, even if we are seperated. I can’t stop thinking about how I’ve only known you a short time, and you’ve already become what makes my world so beautiful.
I’m so sorry for everything. Please know that. It’s alright, I suppose, if you never write me again. But all I ask is that you read these letters. Please, Lorelai, live a happy life. Even if you can’t live as others do, with family, and love. Please find happiness. For me. I love you so much. More than I have loved anyone before. I miss you. I love you, I love you, I love you.
I’ve visited the market a couple times, to feel the excitement and invigorating energy I felt that day we spent together. When you first told me about your family, and your doubts and fears. That’s when I knew I would have to see you again.
You’re different from the other girls in the village. All are small-minded, and very uptight. They remind me of the season winter. Cold and taut. But you, Lorelai. You remind me of the season summer. Beautiful. Shy, but outgoing still. I love you.
Lawrence
It was as if he was writing poetry. His simple words meant so much more, and were so beautiful. I slowly tore open the second letter he wrote.
Dear Lorelai,
I can’t press this enough. I love you and miss you dearly. I hope your moving along well.
The other day, to distract me, my father brought me to the village festival. So many people were dancing, men swinging their love around… It only made me feel sorrowful that you weren’t there with me. I miss you. The only thing keeping me going is writing. I quit my internship, because I was so distracted I kept hurting myself with the tools unfortunately.
I could hear his chuckles as if he were explaining it to me on a bright summer day in that field. I continued reading.
So, that’s all I’ve been doing, really, over the past couple months. Writing keeps me alive. And food, of course.
Lawrence
A tear rolled down my cheek. Do I dare open the third letter? Will it hurt me more? I turned to my aunt. She nodded. So, I opened his third note.
Lorelai,
My health has been declining. I don’t know why… or how. The doctors say it could be related to my depression… but I’m not so sure. What do I know though? I’m broken. I’m not saying I’m blaming you in any way… but It’s related to me missing you. Maybe I should just forget any of this happened, but I can’t. I can’t stop thinking about you. I can’t. I love you, and will never forget you. Even if my last thought is of you… so be it.
Lawrence
- Writer
