For the past few nights, he's been staying up late.
Too late. I didn't know it until last night when I woke up for some water.
"Babe? Why are you up? It's one AM. Come to bed," I mumbled sleepily. He sat at his desk. He was writing something. He smiled at me and looked down shyly.
"I will in a little bit, sweetheart. Go back to sleep, angel."
"What are you doing?" I asked tiredly. "Work can wait till morning."
"This isn't work," he said.
"Well what is it? I can't sleep unless you're in this bed, so what the hell?" I asked grumpily.
"It's a love letter."
"For who?" I rolled my eyes.
"Gee, I don't know, baby girl," he rolled his eyes and put the papers in the desk and he walked over to the bed and sank in beside me.
"Why are you writing me a love letter?" I wondered quietly as he pulledme to his body so I could fall asleep.
"Because you're a love letter kind of girl," he shrugged. "You also mentioned to me when we first started dating that cute texts are great and snapchats are lovely but there's nothing more personal and heartfelt than a handwritten letter."
"That was two years ago."
"I know. I'm sorry I didn't start sooner."
His letter to me was ten pages long.
And it was amazing.
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