The Letter

I still don't know what happened that caused me to write it. I remember going to the market and choosing the perfect stationery. I practiced my penmanship before I dared touch the chosen parchment. I had been told for a while that my handwriting was beautiful yet illegible. I needed her to know every word. I grew sadder as I wrote to her, about her. I sealed it went our favorite scent- like a schoolgirl trying to impress a crush. I didn't tell her it would be arriving. I let her be surprised. I received a call from my mother who had received a call from her mother- bragging about the most glorious note she'd ever received. She boasts of my declarations but kept the specifics for her and me. Too sacred to share as if the love was too delicate to translate through anyone but us. Years went by before she left me. I wasn't there to tell her again, tell her more. Nothing could ever have duplicated what she already knew. But I can rest as she rests, with the words of my love on the perfect parchment wrapped in our favorite scent.