A graphic containing an hand written letter sitting on a table, next to a cup of coffee and two stacks of books.
A plain text version of Elora's letter to Mel that reads:
My lady, my Mel, my darling,
Do you feel it, too? You must. Don’t you? In those long hours we spend working into the middle of the night, when our eyes meet, does your heart feel as thought it might implode? It must. I know it does. I can feel your affection as physically as I feel your fond touch. Have you thought about me? I could entertain your wildest fantasies. I am a despondent glutton for your affection, and I have always been so terrified you will grow wise to my perversions, but my indecency seems ever-tolerated in the glow of your good faith. Perhaps I could goad you into something debaucherous. It would only be the two of us.
I know you better than I know myself, and I know myself only as love for you.
I beg you to excuse my brazen lust for your golden heart. If I were to abandon my selfishness, my greed for you, I would be nothing at all. I think only of you, and how I can make you happy, collecting moments of your affection in the pit of my stomach to savor later, when you cannot see me. But… what if you did see me? What if I were to drop the pretense, and give into my affection? We are so close to being together, aren’t we? I catch a sliver of your half-smile, and I know you must see me. I feel your hand on my arm, on my back, and I know you must think of me. I hear a murmur of your praise and I know, I know you must love me.
And I know, too, exactly what you like. Even though my thoughts of you are often blissful haze, there is none as well attuned to you as I, and none who will live for you as I do. And I do, Mel. I hadn’t thought, until I’d met you, that a life could so gladly be given to someone else. But I did meet you. And now I must show you my gratitude. I must give myself to you, or I think I might burst.
With more affection than there are stars in the sky,
(Your) Elora
💌 LOVE LETTER #6 💌
Yearning doesn't have to stay yearning, let it blossom into something tangible.
Indulge in a little debauchery, as a treat.
- xoxo 🤎✨ #submelweek ෆ #melora