Essay About Love Letters

Submitted By saraabela94
Words: 1211
Pages: 5

Love Letters I begged my parents not to leave not to move again for the fifth time, I was pleading until the day I left. It was no use that big orange and white truck reading U-Haul on the side of it, that I have seen so many times before pulled up to the stoop. Having no choice I hopped up in to the truck, looking out the side of the rear view mirror hoping he would show up. We were just about to leave when all of a sudden I could hear his gel wheels over the pebbles and see his dark curls bouncing moving faster than I’ve ever seen that skate board move. I screamed “wait, wait James is hear”, feeling for the door handle I finally got it open. My hands placed on his shoulders pushing up with so much force and legs wrapped around his waist. I couldn’t help but nuzzle my head deep in his neck so he wouldn’t see the tears falling from my face. I knew I only had minuet to talk because we had to leave James whispered “I love you I already miss you.” Then slipped a dull piece of paper into my coat pocket. “I don’t want you to read this until you leave” he said. I felt like that was going to be the last kiss we shared, so I got back into the truck looking at what I was leaving behind. The city was blurry from my tears while I was looking out the window going over the Washington Bridge. I didn’t want to leave it behind and especially the people I was leaving behind with it. An hour into my car ride I pulled out the dull piece of paper with a shaded hearts drawn all over the cover of it. Butterflies building all through my stomach I finally build up the nerve to open it. Feeling the crease of the paper I opened it I couldn’t believe what I was reading. I felt like someone was tap dancing on my chest. These words will always be with me, “Sara you are the one true love of my life. I wouldn’t care how far you moved we will be together forever and always even if it does end we will find our way back to each other. I want us to write to each other so you have these letters to always remember and they will always help you find your way back to me”. The words written in that letter is where my most important writing began. I opened my eyes to my new home and all I saw were six foot tall trees. It was so different then what I was used to. There was no car alarms, no street lights, no smog that congested the air, it was peaceful and clean. I tried so hard to imagine these six foot trees, twenty feet higher with windows going down the side of them but it was useless. My body felt like I was running a marathon for days with no sleep but as soon as everything was unloaded I sat down to write my letter. There were so many things I wanted to say but not enough paper or time in the world to say it. So I wrote “If you were here I wouldn’t care about living in the middle of the sticks, no city or anything would matter as long as you were here with me.” I poured myself into bed that night having a hard time sleeping with no cars rushing through the streets and no street light shining into my bed room window. I woke up day after day feeling home sick until I would get one of Jame’s letters. He would tell me everything that was going on and everything I was missing and who was missing me. Those letters were my salvation it kept me connected with everyone I have left behind. I waited at that mail box day after day as soon as I got home from school id have a chair seated right beside the mail box. January eighth was the day I got the letter saying “I’m coming up to visit in exactly three weeks. I already cleared it with my parents, all you have to do is ask yours I have a special surprise for you and I can’t wait for you to see it.” When I read I had to ask my parents my stomach went into knots, I was so scared to ask. My parents had told me it’s time to let go of my old life