Free Write Friday, Kellie Elmore: sweet – lavender – flute – heir – willow – bask (use one word or all)

English: House in Pamington House at Pamington viewed through a weeping willow tree. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Sweet Angelina,

I feel like I have lost a part of myself since I had to leave to get back to the military. I miss holding you in my arms and stroking your hair that smells like lavender. Now, every time I smell lavender I think of you, of your beautiful porcelain skin, of your delicate fingers wearing the engagement ring I bought for you, and most of all, your stunning beauty.

If not for the war, you know we would be married now but of course it will have to wait until I return. Promise me you will wait for me, my love, because I cannot imagine my life without you. I know we talked about different venues for a wedding but all I want is for you to be happy. Whatever will make you happy will make me happy, so choose the things you want. You know me, darling, I would be happy if it was a garden party with you and our families by our sides, a flute playing classical music in the background as the sun basked in our glory, your long red hair, hanging loosely down your back, soft and silky.

After we say our vows and before the celebration begins I want to take your hand, for just a moment, to our special place where we first fell in love. We looked into each others eyes and we knew then something special was happening. Do you know what place I’m talking about?  Near the stream in the back of the house, underneath the weeping willow tree. That tree that hid us from the rest of the world, our own perfect secret, a love we didn’t have to share just yet. It was the beginning, the sweet unknown, that tingling sensation, of something yet to come, and the promise of our future.

I miss you, my love and hope to see you very soon.

Yours,

Stephan