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letter one; sweeter than honey

Dear Sienna,

Sienna, Sienna, Sienna.

I could stare at your name etched on this sheet of parchment for hours on end but never get bored. I could taste your name on my lips a million times, and they'd still taste sweeter than honey itself, perhaps even more delightful than Ambrosia, the food of the Gods themselves.

But my favourite is when you utter my name, with that lovely smile of yours, teeth gleaming and cherub cheeks glowing a rosy hue. I love how your caramel scented hair sways in the wind as we play on the swings together. I love how your bright blue eyes sparkle as you laugh that silly little laugh of yours, with your nose scrunching and eyes crinkling.

But most of all, I love you.

There. I said it.

I want to keep this a secret forever within these letters, but I also want to climb up the tallest tower and shout it out to the whole world to hear. I want my love for you to be celebrated; I want the world to revel in the marvellous beauty you are, mind, body and soul.

I love you, I love you, I love you.

I could write down never-ending reasons for why I do, but mere words won't satisfy how I feel for you. Right now, I can't tell you these dangerous three words. You'll hate me. Or worse, you'd treat me like a complete stranger. I'd rather have you hit, scream or slap me than you ignore me forever. I can never handle that.

So you can't ever know of my love for you. I had written this letter hoping that it would ease my heart's burden a bit, but it feels like this flimsy piece of paper has only made it heavier. But I don't mind! I don't mind admiring you from afar, as long as you're with me until the end of time — as long as I can show my devotion to you, even if it is only as a friend. Just me and you forever, remember?

I love you,
Emilia