First Letter
Hey,
It’s been a while. There are many things I would love to tell you right now but while I sit here and write, I can’t help but notice the empty spot you left. The first few days after you left weren’t that bad. I did everything as always. I made breakfast. Silly me also cooked your part, but that’s only because I’m so used to you being here with me every day.
After the first few days I got better, I think so at least. I mean, I haven’t stopped missing you, how could I when you are my world, my soul, the very reason to stand up every morning. No, I mean that I got better at ignoring the feeling of falling apart, the feeling of my soul breaking.
It’s so difficult in town. The other ladies often ask me when I will start my search for a husband, they think that only because you are female, I can’t be your spouse. It makes me so angry when they don’t believe me, when I declare that I am yours and I hate it. I am yours just as you are mine. I know you would never be unfaithful to me and I hate how those old hags want me to think otherwise.
Once in a while they should simply accept that love has no gender and even a lady like yourself can fall in love with an average female like me. I know, I know. I’m not average. I’m a smart and beautiful young woman and I shouldn’t talk like that. Oh, how much I need you to tell me this right now.
This house is so big and lonely without you.
It seems like it got really late. I should start with some work.
I miss you my lady
In Love,
Your Soulmate
