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Short story by Liana Margiva
Are you already up and awake, my love? Myself, I couldn’t get a wink last night, thinking about you. Can’t wait to see you again. I keep rushing the time, but it just keeps dragging to spite me.
I am afraid that the distance that lies between us will ultimately drive you away, far away from me, and I will lose you. Don’t leave me, love; I am punished enough by not being able to see you now. Believe me, my darling, no one has ever loaded the word ‘’darling’’ with as much love as I do now!
Do you remember me, as I remember you, my beautiful, beautiful girl? Tell me the truth. At night, when you go to bed, do you just pass out instantly, or do you take a moment or two to think about me?
During the day, when the wind is touching my face, I am thinking of the wind as your messenger, sent to bring me your distant hugs and kisses. The feeling of joy overwhelms me. Although it is cold outside, I am not afraid of it because my soul is warmed by the thoughts of you. It is much worse when one’s cold inside.
I forbid you to look at other men, I can’t bear the thought of your disloyalty. Remember, no other man is capable of the kind of love I have for you, my darling, my beautiful girl.
And now, close your eyes and imagine me right beside you, kissing your eyes, touching your lips that are burning with love and responding eagerly to my caressing…
It has been a windy day today since early morning. The sky was clear and blue. The sun was blazing, but its rays bore no warmth. I was sitting by the window, watching the trees and getting a beating from the wind. The squall shook the trees ferociously- as if they were arch enemies-uprooting the weaker ones and tossing them mercilessly away, and bending the stronger, more resistant ones with larger roots that were clinging for their lives.
Some of those trees proved to be stubborn fighters. So, the savage squall, unable to break their will, attacked their foliage. It ripped off the green leaves and scattered them on the ground in fierce frustration.
At that point, it occurred to me that people and leaves are very much alike. The wind of destiny rips them from their home branches and scatters them across the world, across the universe. Then, a new generation arrives, but the sun keeps on shining, and the wind is picking up other leaves…
Can we afford to lose each other, to stay apart until the wind of destiny carried us away? I miss you. I miss your lips and your smile so badly that it’s killing me.
Days turn into weeks, weeks into months. I can’t help thinking about you, desiring you. I miss you so much that sometimes I get a feeling like I won’t wake up the next morning. My poor heart aches so badly.
I am writing to you every day now, a few lines a day, not knowing if you even care about these letters. Even if they don’t touch you, I will keep writing them, for this is the only way I can talk to you.
My love, you are so far away from me, although you live in my thoughts all the time. Why didn’t you respond to my previous letter? You know how badly I need your letters! Perhaps, you’ve met someone, even fallen in love with him? Don’t you dare hurt me like that. I won’t survive such a blow! On the other hand, I don’t want you to hide the truth from me, either.
Love you, miss you.
Someone told me about you today. Please don’t cry for me. It is painful to know that you are suffering so much. Wait for me, love. I’ll come and get you. I will take you with me, and we’ll be together forever. No force will be able to break us apart. Just wait for me, and know that I love you!
Your letters break my heart. I am touched so deeply by the depth of your feeling. Are you really dreaming of my kisses, my arms around you? My love, all those hugs and kisses belong to nobody but you! My arms will never be wrapped around another woman. My lips will be burning with passion, only touching your lips. Oh, I am so happy knowing that you long for me!
Love me, darling. Love me ever so deeply, just like I love you!
My love, my darling!
How long since we last met? Days spent away from you have filled my eyes with sorrow. Joy has left my heart, laughing at my grief. With a sly wink, destiny swapped anguish for happiness.
My darling, I am grateful for the love you never gave me, for the letters filled with passion and warmth you never wrote.
All those months without you, I was writing letters to myself, letters ‘’from you’’, talking about the one and only true love I have dreamt of all my life. Why did I do it? Any woman can answer this question, yet here I am, answering it for you…Although, no, this is all so pointless.
I still can’t believe you are capable of such betrayal. You, the most heartless, most insensitive of all man! What evil wind carried you into my life?
I was told you said, ‘’Tell her I don’t love her.’’ My darling, did I ever have any doubts? What I don’t understand is why would anyone want to scream about it at every corner in order to make it hurt even worse? What you don’t understand is that you can’t hurt me more than you already have. You were broadcasting your happiness to the entire world…You, who live under the sun, should beware of God. God may have far less love for you than I do.
My darling! I failed to stir your numb soul, but there’s one favor I ask of you. Please wish for someone to love me as deeply as I loved you, so I can follow him blindly, selflessly. Or, wish I were dead. Perhaps God will hear your prayers, and I’ll finally be rid of you!
By Liana Margiva.
Translated from Russian by Anatol Kardiukov.
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|Reviewed by J Howard
|powerful and not what i expected. i love some of the unexpected.
|Reviewed by JMS Bell
|WELL WRITTEN WITH THE HEART OF ONE WHO KNOWS AND HAS WRITTEN AND RECEIVED SUCH...LETTERS. THANKS FOR SHARING AND GOD BLESS. LOVE,
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
|Reviewed by Inspire Hope
|Very well written Liana! I will be back thanks for sharing and caring!
|Reviewed by Sheila Roy
|Creative style and a dramatic twist. Love the description of the leaves and the idea that they are similar to people. Nicely done:)
|Reviewed by Melony Cooper
|Very interesting. Well written.
|Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU
|The impression that I have is that in some parts the narrator seems to be young, and in others it feels like the narrator is in a mature age. ”LETTERS” show more of selfish and recklees passion than love’s feeling, and paint an interesting romantic and diversified view of an affectionate heart. They offer an entertaining and stimulating reading.
Thank You for posting ”LETTERS”.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU