October 29th, 1881
My Darling,
A myriad of emotion consumed my soul, when finally I received word. I clutched your unopened letter to my breast, running wildly to the edge of the river; to that secluded spot among the cypress, I find myself often, when I feel the need to be alone with my thoughts.
I sat along the rocky bank, hands trembling; fearful of the fate contained in so small, so delicate a package; knowing that upon breaking the seal, your essence would again be fully revealed. I’d convinced myself in your silence that you’d had a change of heart; perhaps having set your sights on another; and while I found your words slightly disturbing, uncertain of their hidden meaning, still I revel in relief.
It’s so easy to love you, for what is there not to love. So complete is this love that when I look inside myself, all I see now is you; and I know in my heart when your own thoughts turn round, my self you see in you. Yet you speak of my trust; and while trust is another matter entirely, something that must be rightfully earned, proven and pledged; my answer to you is a resounding, yes.
This allure of sanctuary I have found in you, has allowed my eyes to see the world and myself in a way I never thought possible; as if a veil had been lifted and everything once hidden behind it, now clearly revealed. Nothing is as it was before you; nor will it ever be again. Any gift you so choose to give, I humbly and gracefully accept.
I will take your hand and walk the path; littered with ghosts or lined with gold; for nothing is unattainable, so long as we believe; in this love, in this life, in the power of our union as one.
Forever,
Lissa
