At first I was a little embarrassed to explain to Kim (and the other four girls sitting nearby) what the notes were, but I knew it was too late.
They all loved it. Of course, I got some “awwws” and a few seemed a little jealous that their boyfriends hadn’t done the same.
Over the next 12 days I read his notes, cherishing the small amount of communication we were able to have. If I’m being honest, I probably read each note four times every day. His words were so sweet…
On day 2 I loved reading about his hopes for our relationship: “I have seen those couples where one person walks two steps in front of the other, while one struggles to keep up. For us, I hope that we will always walk side by side and connected, that we would never be in such a hurry that we can’t stop to hold one another.”
On day 3 he assured me that he would be missing me: “By now I am missing so many things about you. I am wanting to hear your voice and your laugh.”
Day 6: “I feel totally safe and secure with you to be myself. That’s one of my favorite things about me with you. I never feel like you want me to be something I am not.”
On day 8 the mushy gushy-ness continued: “ You are different than other girls and I feel so lucky.”
On day 11, he accidentally rhymed: “I am so lucky to have you in my life! You are one of a kind and I am glad you’re mine.”
Day 12 was the last letter, “This is the last letter in this series. I really hope that you know that every word that I’ve written is true. I really have discovered so many things about my feelings for you in writing these letters.”
Each word of each letter meant something to me. It was an incredible feeling to know that he had taken the time to make these little notes for each day we would be apart.
On day 12, we finally got to see each other. The reunion was so sweet and special. All of my fears about what the time apart would do to our relationship had melted away. In fact, I felt closer to him than ever as we shared a hug, not because it had been so long or because I had missed hugging him but because I missed him… Just him. And I knew that he had missed me too.
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