mm_j (mm_j) wrote in morningstar_mnr, @ 2010-03-01 12:45:00 |
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Bea had checked the mail first thing this morning before going to the grocery store and found Eli's letter.
She'd read it in the parking lot of the grocery store and was ashamed to admit that she'd started crying in relief. She hadn't heard anything out of him in 3 weeks, and the first sign that he was still alive and well had brought her to tears. She read his letter several times after getting home before carefully folding it and putting it in the box that she kept all of his letters in, even the ones he'd written her before they met officially.
Sitting down, she started to write a reply.
Dear Eli,
I can't even begin to tell you how good it is to hear from you and know that at least as of that letter, you were okay. I fall asleep at night worrying about you and getting that letter was the best part of these last three weeks. If I haven't expressed it enough in the last twenty letters, I'll say it one more time: I miss you so much it hurts.
Today makes exactly three weeks since you left. Can you believe that? It seems like so much longer to me, but I'm trying to stay positive. I don't mope as much as I feel like moping because that would just be annoying. Three weeks down, nine more to go. That feels like forever, but to look at it positively, our time apart is one third of the way over. Andy says it's all about the math, and she's a smart lady so I'm going to listen to her.
I haven't done much today aside from go to the grocery store. I bought way too much candy, but it's Easter, you know? Easter has the best candy and I bought extra so I can send you a care package with this letter. Lots of Reese cups and plenty of extra in case you want to share and some of your friends' girlfriends aren't as awesome and loving as I am. I hope you have access to a freezer. I'm also sending two bags of Sweetarts Ducks, Chicks, and Bunnies, just because I love you so much. I bought six bags. I hope you like fat girls, because I can't lie to you, baby - One bag is almost entirely gone and they've been in the apartment for an hour. I don't have much hope for the other three bags' survival.
Pippa is doing really good. I've been working with her and training her to do a few things so she isn't so much of a hellion. She knows how to sit and roll over, and I'm working on heel. Hopefully she'll be somewhat tamed by the time you get back. She misses you, too. We both do.
I've already sent you pictures from the ball and the girls night party, and my night out with Andy. Show them to your friends because I'm not afraid to admit - I've got some hot friends. The picture I'm including with this letter was one I snapped of myself as I paid for my cartload of junk food. Nothing fancy, but I promised to send a picture with every letter. Hopefully after I do that shoot for Smashing that I told you about I'll have something a little more fancy to send you.
I guess that's all I've got to say for now. I miss you. I love you. Please be safe and come home soon.
Love,
Bea