Genevieve Sewell (gena) wrote in sliceofparadise, @ 2003-10-04 00:15:00

Current mood:	surprised
Current music:	Natalie Imbruglia-Beauty On The Fire

A Late, Late, Late Letter
Dear Gena,

I’m so unsure of what I should write in this letter that I don’t even know if I should put dear up there since, well, it wasn’t too dearly of me disappearing the way I did; especially after that night. I’m scared of how you’ll take what I want to write in this, I have so much I want to get off my chest that concerns you, its been driving me insane really as well as making me blush; but that stays between you and me because we can’t have people knowing I go around blush by myself right? I hope you at least smiled after reading that, I’ll never forget that smile…Thinking about it makes me smile actually. And now I think this is starting to get mushy so you know what? The hell with it, I’ll get it all off my chest and whatever happens, happens.

Straight up, I like you a whole lot, Gena; a whole damn lot, since the first day I set my eyes on you on that beach. I hope you know that the times I shared with you are some of the times I treasure most. It’s hard to explain really, just everything about you I get pleasure from: your smile, your laugh, your eyes, that body, those legs and hips, all of you, those lips, your kiss, your skin against mine…us being together like we were that night. Making you happy made me happy. And I have to be honest with you, this scares me because I’ve never felt something so strong like this and I don’t really know what is going to come from it. But I really hope that you’ll at least let me say this all to your face when I get out of here, regardless if you hate me or not. You're like a piece of Heaven!

I wish I could write more, but time is really a factor right now. Oh, and by the way, let’s keep this letter between you and I, especially the envelope that it’ll come in.

Affectionately,

Elias Capri


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:: Gena had to read the letter a second time, and a third come to mention it. For weeks she'd got it into her head that all she'd been to him was a bit of fun.. it made it easier if she thought like that. But now, here he was telling her how much he cared.... But what good was it, when he was all the way over in Cuba?

She set the brown envelope and stained sheet of yellow paper down onto one side of the breakfast table, where she sat. Leaving her free to pen her own letter... The silver fountain pen glided over the white paper and the words soon began to pour out, flooding the page with black ink. ::

Hello stranger,
It's nice hearing from you again, a definite surprise, but a nice one. I was beginning to think I'd never hear from you again. How are you? How's Cuba for that matter? I could go on forever asking questions, not least why you left the island so suddenly. But you came clean with me, so I guess the least I can do is return the favour.

Truth is, I miss you Elias. I miss being around you and the way you make me feel. I've tried not to, believe me. I tried so hard to tell myself that we were at best a good one night stand, and if you hadn't of wrote to me I might have even been able to convince myself that it was true... But you did and I wont lie, I was more than miffed when you left Molokai the way you did; especially after that night we spent together. I don't know about you, but for me, for the first time in a long time, whatever we had, it felt like so much more that just sex. Does that make sense? Or have I just read too many romantic novels? Perhaps I shouldn't even admit to feeling like that, I just don't know anymore.

At any rate, I certainly don't hate you, far from it. As stupid as it sounds, cause i'm sure it does-you really got to me Elias Capri. In the space of just a few days you managed to turn everything upside down and while it's scary, I don't want those few days we had together to be the last.

Okay, i've said as much as I want to in a letter, so before I get any cornier i'm going to end my letter here and well, now you know...The ball's in your court.
Come and find me.
Gena.

:: It wasn't the best, but it said enough and first thing tomorrow it would be well on it's way to Cuba. ::

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