Jesse,
My loving husband,
This is the first time I get to call you that in writing. You have no idea how much joy it brings me to write it down on paper. Or even to say it.
I have gone back to missing you again.
Hamlet misses you too. I have enclosed a picture of him for you.
You probably don't know this but when you arrive somewhere your letters are mostly blacked out. They get less and less blacked out the longer you are somewhere. I suppose your excitement lessens the more you are somewhere. I can never read the whole of your letters though, I know that means that your excitement never truly dies – I love that about you.
I'm a sentimental fool really, aren't I? I probably wouldn't say half of this to your face, but because I know I won't see your face for a very long time I feel like I am allowed to tell you all these things.
Does that make me a fool? Or a fool in love? Is there a difference? Do I care...if I'm happy?
I miss your happy smile,
Charlie x
YOU ARE READING
Dear Jesse
Short StoryDue to the immensely positive feedback of 'Dear Sammy' I have decided to write this. Though they are in no way related in anything but style of writing. 'Dear Jesse' is another book comprised of letters. The letters are from Charlie, to Jesse. Jess...
