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Emma,
I've thought of a lot of ways to start this letter, and in the end I decided just to be simple about it: I miss you. I don't mean you being in the same space as me. We still have that. I miss having you next to me. I miss us, and the way we were back when we dreamed of Tallahassee, back when it was us against everyone else.
I'm trapped here by the snow, and as glad as I am to have time with my father, the one I most want to be stuck in a house with is you. I want to be able to look back on my time on this island with you and say that we spent some cozy days alone together, shut in our house, just us, with no other distractions. Just us and what we have together. I just hope that wherever you are, whoever you're with, you're having a good time.
Things used to be so good between us, and I don't even know how it came to this. I was even thinking about marriage for awhile, and then talking fell by the wayside. We fell by the wayside, and that's on both of us. I want a future with you, Emma, and if that means trying out something you've always wanted to try, then let's talk about it. There's a connection here, there always has been, and I want to see where it takes us. But we'll both have to learn from our mistakes along the way.
It hurt, having that happen, Emma. You knew how I felt about the situation, you knew what we both had agreed to, and yet this happened anyway. I wanted something that showed how I felt about you, how much I wanted to be able to give you, something that was special only to us, and before I'd even finished paying for it, you were off with someone else. I know I said I'd never leave, but I needed to think of myself first and take a step back and evaluate what it is that I want.
What I want is a life with you in it. I know we can't have Tallahassee exactly how we planned to do it, but that doesn't mean we can't have it some other way. It can still be just us though, except when curses necessitate something else. I hope we can work something out that works for both of us.
I don't want this to be the end for us, Emma. I love you. I have since the moment you stole my car in Portland. I don't want to throw all of that away over one dispute.
I've thought of a lot of ways to start this letter, and in the end I decided just to be simple about it: I miss you. I don't mean you being in the same space as me. We still have that. I miss having you next to me. I miss us, and the way we were back when we dreamed of Tallahassee, back when it was us against everyone else.
I'm trapped here by the snow, and as glad as I am to have time with my father, the one I most want to be stuck in a house with is you. I want to be able to look back on my time on this island with you and say that we spent some cozy days alone together, shut in our house, just us, with no other distractions. Just us and what we have together. I just hope that wherever you are, whoever you're with, you're having a good time.
Things used to be so good between us, and I don't even know how it came to this. I was even thinking about marriage for awhile, and then talking fell by the wayside. We fell by the wayside, and that's on both of us. I want a future with you, Emma, and if that means trying out something you've always wanted to try, then let's talk about it. There's a connection here, there always has been, and I want to see where it takes us. But we'll both have to learn from our mistakes along the way.
It hurt, having that happen, Emma. You knew how I felt about the situation, you knew what we both had agreed to, and yet this happened anyway. I wanted something that showed how I felt about you, how much I wanted to be able to give you, something that was special only to us, and before I'd even finished paying for it, you were off with someone else. I know I said I'd never leave, but I needed to think of myself first and take a step back and evaluate what it is that I want.
What I want is a life with you in it. I know we can't have Tallahassee exactly how we planned to do it, but that doesn't mean we can't have it some other way. It can still be just us though, except when curses necessitate something else. I hope we can work something out that works for both of us.
I don't want this to be the end for us, Emma. I love you. I have since the moment you stole my car in Portland. I don't want to throw all of that away over one dispute.
