Dear Jesús Manuel,

It always intrigues me when you get phone calls while you're with me. The way you freeze up when you look at your caller ID, and then you step off to the side to answer it. You murmur in spanish, your voice low and lovely, you whisper secretly. You say things I can't understand. And I worry about those calls, I worry that your heart might belong to someone else when you swear you are mine just as I am all yours.

Then you hang up and return to me with a bright smile, and all my suspicions are calmed in that very instant. You could cure anything with that smile, Jesús Manuel, I'm sure of it. Even the darkest of my suspicions.

I love the time we spend together, even if you can only visit once a week.

Your schedule with football practice, interviews, and your games keep you busy all other days. I wish I could see you more often, but I'll take what I can get.

I love you with all my heart. So much that it almost hurts.

Sincerely,

Edda Van Horn.

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i am seriously loving writing this story. like, i already finished it and its sitting in drafts but before i post it, i go back and change a few things. add things here and there, take some things away. and i just love doing it because i love writing. and i hope you're all liking what i write as well.

it means so much when i see people read, vote, and comment. and i really appreciate it. i appreciate you so much.

thank you for being a reader, and a beloved friend.

-clary xx