Love letters to Linda

Linda

I read aloud the little story that you wrote for Clara. She smiled, such a kind smile. Her first word came the other day, you'll never guess what it is...try. Oh how I wish you could see her. Your smiles are so alike, and when I look in her eyes, i see a reflection of you. Sometimes its tough for me to look at her, because I want to cry for she is not you, but only a part of you.

My heart skips a beat every time I find one of your letters on the floor by my front door. I wait everyday by the window for as long as possible, until something, always something, takes me away. They always come when I'm not looking, so one time I even tried to spend the day not looking only to see if one will show up. Alas they come like clockwork.

I yearn for your touch. Your skin so soft, your lips supple, kissable. Everything on you is kissable, but you already know that. I miss spending days kissing your skin, following your shape with my nose, smelling your smell. Nothing to worry about.

Earlier this week I learned that your brother has gotten into university. I bet your parents are ecstatic. Such an amazing young man. Much like everyone in his family...

One day soon I will see you. I count the days that we have been apart and hope that you find what it is you're looking for.

Please tell me more about the hot air balloons. I find it thrilling.

Love
Lilou