Dear Jesús Manuel,

I always feel the need to call you by your first and middle name, even though you're known around here by different names. People who know you personally, since before you arrived in Twente, often call you Chuy. It's the shortened version of your first name, or a nickname for your first name. I can't call you that. It sounds so butchered and not right in my Dutch accent. Its an unnatural word in my native tongue. 

You often laugh and tell me it sounds absolutely lovely, the way your name sounds in my accent which is foreign to your ears, but I know you're saying it to make me feel better about myself. You were always worried about making me feel bad, or hurting my feelings. Perhaps that was why I fell in love with you in the first place. You have always been the type to go out of your way to make others smile. 

Tecatito is the other name you often go by. I remember when you told me the story behind this when I couldn't even understand what the word was. Its the name of a beer brand in your country and I don't think it suits you in the slightest. Your face spells kindness and love.

My sweet Jesús Manuel.

Is there a reason why you hide when we're in public?

You always say there isn't when I ask, but I know that's a lie. I know because I've learned to know you better than I know anyone else. When you lie to me, you don't look me in the eyes. Its almost like you're ashamed to face me. And I start to suspect that I'm not the only one in your life.

Please don't break my heart, Jesús Manuel.

I love you too much.

I genuinely believe my heart would die without you.

Sincerely,

Edda Van Horn.

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letter number one for this story. i really hope you all like it. im very excited about this story as well because i love writing stories that involve letters. i feel like we get to know more about the character writing them.

anyway, thank you for reading and voting.

blessings, clary xx