Thursday, June 24, 2010
When I was engaged, I remember my Mom coming and giving me a letter from my beloved that had arrived for me. She chuckled at my delight and said "Enjoy it while it lasts honey, it won't always."
I took great offense then, thinking how utterly wrong a woman could be. Not Mattie. Not MY Mattie, she just didn't understand that he was DIFFERENT than other men. She didn't know him like I did.
That was 8 years ago.
He doesn't write me love notes anymore.
Sadly, Mom was right. (rats)
This week, Matt went out of town and on one of the lonely nights I tackled the rather hefty job of organizing my writing desk. It was 1am when, through the piles of bills and stationary, I found a manila folder. Not recognizing it, I opened it and found all the love letters of those wonderful by-gone days.
By 1:15 am I had hungrily devoured every note~from poems to little scribbles saying ILU HUNNY.
By 1:20, I sat crosslegged on the hard wooden floor in a rather large pool of tears.
I picked one~ a poem about him being away and how we would be reunited soon (perfectly fitting) and brought it to my bedside table. The next day I bought myself some roses (Those days are gone now too) and now, I have beauty at my bedside.
The first thing and last thing I think about each day. Being wooed.