Foreign Student, Familiar Friend.
“…As I look into the past, I can’t help but think of what lies ahead: our future. I think of the times you held me, you touched me, you loved me. The times we laughed, and the times we cried. My darling, I’m telling you this because I love you. I want you to know my inner thoughts; my desires. Please, keep me from putting on a mask of dishonesty and deception. I want you to know how my heart weakens when you’re angry at me; how it leaps when you smile at me; and how it strengthens when my lips gently caress yours.
You are my true love. You hold a special place in my heart that will never wither nor deplete as time goes by. My beloved, I must tell you; at the end of the winter, I’m moving back to Europe. My profession has called me back to my home. So, I must ask you. Eleanor, my love, will you marry me and live as my wife in Europe? I eagerly await your reply my darling.
All My Love,
After I read this letter, my body felt as if it was going to fall apart. My knees buckled, my arms went numb, and I felt as if I was going to faint.
Alexander and I had been friends since he came to my school and youth group as an exchange student. All the girls wanted Alex’s attention; yet I (being a quiet girl in high school) watched from a distance as dozens of young girls changed everything about themselves for one boy.
One afternoon, I was walking from the nurses office to history (I was a nurses aid, so I was allowed to get to class a little late) when I heard a sudden crashing sound coming from around the corner. I ran around the corner to find Alex being held against the wall by a varsity football player; four of his friends encircled the two boys.
“Tom?! What are you doing?!”
They ran off after they saw me.
“Are you ok?” I asked.
Blood seeped through his shirt.
“Please, I’m alright.” He tried to sit up, yet I gently pushed him back.
“Please, don’t strain yourself. May I see?” I asked as I lifted his shirt. He had a compound fracture, and some of the bone had pierced the skin. He tried to hide it, yet you could tell it was starting to become more painful to breath.
“Your rib is broken. I’ll get the nurse.” I got up to go.
“I’m Alex by the way.”
That was the first time I talked to Alex. From then on we started getting together. We soon learned everything about each other, from our favorite colors to secrets that we had never shared with anyone before. He was my best friend. I didn’t start taking a romantic interest in Alex until I saw him act at church; and after he told me about his relationship with God. I envied so many aspects and traits he had. I wanted to know everything he did; and become more than friends.
Alex asked me on a date the day of our high school graduation; I accepted. It has been eight years since that day; and now, I must answer another question. The answer to which will be one of the most important answers in my life. Yet I already know exactly what to say. I’ve known ever since that day in the hallway.
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