His First Letter
With love to my beautiful rouge Dahlia,
I wish you were here with me; I miss flowing through the flower fields with you. Every shower fills me with the incandescent memories of your favorite stars and the oak tree you’d always wish to marvel at.
Little by little, with every letter we exchange, I love missing you. But I’ll love meeting you again even more, my love.
Love and laughter, Elias. 11.12.83
