A Letter Home...
Dear Alice,
I went to your grave again today. You weren't there. I left some flowers. They're lilacs, your favorite. Today was our anniversary... Well, not our real anniversary, because we never got the chance... well, the anniversary of the first time you told me your name. Do you remember that? We met at the college coffeehouse... well, we didn't really meet, but we saw each other's eyes. That was enough. I flirted with those hazel eyes for a long time... about 3 months. Then you finally made the first move. When you walked over and sat down, I was so nervous. I didn't know what to say. But you did.
"Hi, Nick. My name's Alice. Should I pick you up at 7?"
I was so shocked, but I gave you my address, and you took care of the rest.
You're the most confident person I've ever met. I remember the first time I really, really looked into your eyes. It was at dinner that night. You said something funny... I don't remember what... and our eyes met. Your eyes drew me in, like a moth to the flame. I was helpless... powerless... from that moment on, I was in love. I always knew how you felt about me. It was in those eyes. Never change those eyes.
Next week, I'm supposed to go off to some big city for a job. It pays very well. I think you would be proud of me. If only... Well, I don't think I'll take it. I think I'm going to stay right here. You see, I don't think I could leave you alone for very long... But I also don't know how long I could stand to be away from you.
I met a girl recently. Her name's Nicole. She's very nice, and very pretty. I think you would like her. She thinks she's in love with me... But that can't be possible. No one besides you really loved me, did they, Alice? So, no... I think I'll stay right here. I'll stay at home. I wonder how you'd feel about that... I mean, would you want me to stay near you? Well... does it matter, now that you're gone? Alice... what should I do? I'm lost... I'm stranded on a desert island without you... where are you? It hurts. It hurts so much. We'll always be together... and even though we didn't say those words, they'll always be true... till death... do us part. Both of our deaths.
Love,
Nick.
A Letter Home... is brought here with special permission from Nick, from his Website. To read more of his works visit his Website, A Clarinetist's Thoughts 