Letter VI

My dear friend,

I am overjoyed that I can once again call you my dear friend.  Being without you was painful, I constantly wanted to write to you and restraining my hand was doing so caused my heart to ache. I found that trying to kill my feelings for you is a battle that I will never win; you are rooted too deep in my heart and in my very soul. I found it difficult to not think about you during the day… things grew especially worse at night as I lay alone in my bed. I turned to the side and saw your picture on my wall. I ripped it off in anger, which I now greatly regret. I know that once my hand lays my quill down, I shall find yet another picture of you to place on my wall.

It pleases my heart to know that you missed talking to me, to know that my feelings are returned. It is pleasing to know that I did not ruin the extraordinary friendship that we have, although I believed that I had. I cannot wait to see your face again and not just your picture. I thought it would be difficult to forgive you for how you hurt me, but my feelings over power all. I have to learn to trust, does that make me stupid? Stupid to want to trust you and in you?

Written with the hand of her that was, is, and shall be yours by her will.
Your most loyal servant and friend.