The Hundredth Letter
You haven't met me yet. But you will. Soon. I hope. I've been looking for you for so long. As long as I've been a vampire actually. After changing, the first vision I had was of you. And I've seen you everyday since. Sometimes we're married. Other times we've just met. But in all of my visions, there's one thing that's always the same. I love you. No matter what. And since I saw you that first time, I've felt complete. As though I've found my other half.
I know you're out there, wandering around, looking for something better. Unfortunately, I can't see exactly where you are. Or I'd have found you already. All I know is that someday you'll walk into the diner I'm sitting in.
I've written you a letter every day I've come in, hoping that it would be the day. This is the hundredth one. And you'll never read any of them. Because when we finally meet, I won't need letters scribbled on napkins to tell you how I feel. You'll just know.
I hope that tomorrow is the day. But if not, I'll write you again. I won't stop until you find me. Promise.
Squeeka Cuomo's Notes
- This was written for the "Love Letter" contest hosted by Twilight Lexicon.
- Quack: Thanks for the last minute beta.
- Reviews are love.