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STORIES

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IN A LETTER,
SEALED WITH
A KISS
    DESSIDRE FLEMING                                   

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Dessidre Fleming believes love, magic,
Santa and nice people. She is a journalist by profession and a rockstar at
heart. She loves writing, even if it’s
just the thoughts in her head.

O MY DEARLY Beloved,

I know that we talk a million
times a day. We talk about the
morning sun, the birds in the sky and the
monkeys on the trees. We talk about how I
like my tea and you like your coffee. We talk
about how the World just can’t stop turning
around and about its own vanities. Yes, we
talk about everything under the sun and
over the moon. But, in between our hearty
conversations and silenced moments, I
never tell you what I’m truly thinking. I
never do so because I’m afraid. I’m afraid
of stammering over my own foolishness and
falling under the spell of my own words. I
never tell you because I’m shy of affecting
in you the change that comes about when
someone invokes a hidden and dormant
fire. I’m shy because I don’t truly understand how I would react your affections. I’m
shy and that’s the only way I can put it. But
in all my shyness and nervous fears and in
all my apprehensive hesitations, I have to
confess to you, here and now, what I hold
for you in my heart.

So, I write to you this letter—the first love
letter of my life. Will there be many more
after this? Only time will tell that tale. But,
at this very moment, this is the first and I
hope that you read it to the end. I ask of
only a few minutes of your time as I know
that you’re wrapped in your worldly duties.
But, please, just do take five minutes of
your time—just five minutes of your time
make mine.
I’ve been meaning to tell you how I feel
about you. I’ve been meaning to let you
know. I will try to make this as short as I
can; I will express all my love in a nutshell.
I’m writing to you this letter, today. I’m
writing to tell you I love you. Yes, I love
you from the bottom of my heart and to the
length and breadth of the oceans. I probably even loved you when I didn’t know you
and I’ll love you forever more.
I love you because you understand me—in
every word I don’t speak and every action
I turn away from. I love you because I can
be my very own self with you. I can be

eFiction India | June 2014