The Letter
My perfect Clara,
Do you remember the first night I saw you?
You were behind the bar, moving with such grace. So beautiful. So perfect. You smiled at me. Your smile was always so warm and inviting. You even remembered my drink when I came back the very next night.
That’s when I knew you were special.
Do you remember the things you told me? You don’t have to pretend you forgot. I remember everything. Your dreams… the little coffee shop with a bar. Do you still want that? Because I can give it to you, Clar.
I’ll take better care of you this time. I promise.
I miss you. I miss the way it felt to be inside you.
Did you get my message? I tried to save myself for you again.
I really did. But I just couldn’t help myself.
You don’t understand how much I need you.
My body craves you. I crave you. So I thought maybe Marie could be like you.
Thought she could be enough. But she wasn’t you. She didn’t feel like you.
She didn’t like it when I called her your name.
Maybe the next one will be better. It’s just until I get you back.
Once I have you, I won’t need them anymore.
I’ll be waiting.
Don’t make me wait too long.
—Samson