burned.

letter four; dream

Dear Sienna,

Have you ever tasted another one's lips before me? I gave my first kiss to you today, as did you, but it never meant anything to you, did it?

I hated how excited you were when I told you that my family was looking for me to get married. I had hoped it'd make you jealous and angry.

You had told me that I needed to train to kiss for my husband, and you offered yourself to be a practice.

Your lips were heaven, and they tasted even better than Ambrosia, as I predicted before. You covered my whole being as we embraced, and the only thing I in my senses was you. The taste of your lips, your divine scent of roses, your fingers on my waist, and your soft pants.

And then you broke away, telling me that I was excellent already, and any man would be lucky to have me.

Oh, silly Sienna, why can't you realise that the only one I want to kiss forever is you?

I will tell you tomorrow that my father has decided on my suitor. His name is Caspian Gilbert. He sounds like a good enough man, but he will never compare to you. He's in France at the moment for business, and he's supposed to be back in a few months. My brother told me that I might have to travel a lot with him after we get married. I do hope that you and I will always be together even after I'm wed. I can't bear to be away from you any longer.

I've been feeling hot but shivering for a few days now; I think it's because I've been pondering too much over Caspian and our kiss. But it's nothing I can't handle! I'll be fine when I see you again tomorrow.

But anyway, I don't think I'll kiss you again, even if you ask me to, even if I want to, so bloody much. If I ever kiss you again, I want it to be because you love me. But not as a sister, but as your lover.

That really will be a dream come true.
But I suppose that there is a reason that it is called a dream. Because dreams are just fantasies that we make up in our minds. Dreams are our wishes that will never become true.

I think that it is best I go in for the night now, as I want to rest my eyes nicely, for I can see you again tomorrow.

I love you,
Emilia