The Restless Writer's Husband: A Letter

While my lips still pursed red and my eyes still sparkled

With tired timidity,

I would wear an array of floral, frivolous dress,

On the days I wished to forget.

But on the days I looked forward, I was myself

In a superhero t-shirt and jeans,

And you saw me as me, in that picture, and was smitten.



You sent me messages and we laughed and talked,

Falling in love day by day, little by little,

Until we realized we had fallen in love.

You journeyed hours just to see me

We kissed there--under the moonlight’s pale blue.

But then you’d have to go away,

And sometimes weeks would go by

Before we could be together again.

We missed each other every moment,

But we were always connected

Somehow.



Heartbreak was not a stranger for either of us

But I gave my wounded heart to you,

And you took it, I trusted you;

I always will.

And at nineteen, I married you.

My life had not even begun until that moment

When we held hands in matrimony.

You lit the fire of passion inside of me,

Healing my once-broken heart,

And the flames engulf any sorrow,

Any woes or worry,

Because our love is stronger.



Now we live every moment

With each other,

Together,

For each other.

We never have to leave,

And we never will.

Kissing the past farewell,

We keep fond memories in our pockets.

You hold my hand and kiss my head

And say,

“I will love you forever.”

And as we grow older,

This will become even truer

With every promise kept

And every memory remembered.