Subject:  Love Letters - The Gift |
Author:
Jasmine
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Date Posted: 07:00:41 03/16/01 Fri
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Jasmine
's message, "Love Letters ...A Different Idea" on 06:55:04 03/16/01 Fri
I read the letter over and over again until I had memorized every word. Then I collected the key, right where he said it would be and went to retrieve the birthday gift Michael had brought for me. Suffering the presence of my bodyguards I commanded them to wait by the car as I entered the quiet post office. I found the box number Walter had given me, and I used the key to unlock the small door. Inside was another white envelope, and I held it tightly in my hands as I hurriedly ran to the car so that I could get back to my room to open my gift in privacy.
That’s where Jade found me a few hours later, on the floor crying silently as I continued to hold the crumpled white envelope in my hand. Without a word she simply kneeled down next to me and pulled me gently in her arms as a mother would her child. It took no coaxing on her part to get me to show her the beautiful gift he had selected especially for me.
Jade gasped at the opulent white gold diamond ring that glistened in my palm as I showed it to her. Then tears came to her eyes as she read the French inscription on the inside of the wide band that professed his unwavering love to me forever. She smiled sadly at me and then said words that made the tears resurface.
“Now you know there was never any doubt about his love for you. He sent you the wedding ring he planned to give you to seal the vows he made to you. He still believes your dream will come true. Its not lost it’s just delayed. It may not seem like it, but everything will be okay, Nikita.”
I didn’t have the heart to tell her I didn’t believe her, but I guess it was evident in my face as the tears continued to stream down my eyes.
‘Jade didn’t seem to be able to stand the sight anymore than I remember that you could, Michael. ‘ I thought to myself.
She smoothed my tousled hair back behind my ears and then placed them gently on my cheeks as she wiped the tears away.
“C’mon, sweetie.” She said to me in a voice husky with unshed tears because of her inability to ease the pain she knew could see in my eyes. “You know what they say. Absence makes the heart grow fonder. As many times as you’ve been separated from one another this should be old hat for the two of you. Just think. By the time Michael returns, your names will be Michael and Nikita fond as can be Samuelle.”
The statement was so silly, yet true enough for me to see the irony that I was actually able to give her a shaky laugh. Smiling in relief she stayed with me until I was able to regain my composure and show the world the cold, emotionless mask I’ve learned to adopt so well. I don’t even think she realized how much it cost me to present that façade to the world. None of them would ever know, not even Walter. Only he truly understood my fears, my hopes, my dreams, my tempers and I hold on to that knowledge with all the ferocity that’s in me.
Taking a deep breath so that I can present my mask to a Section that needs me, I place the glittering ring on the appropriate finger and I glance around again at the bower of flowers that are the symbols of his love for me. Right now Section is calling and I can’t take the time to bask in the memories and the comfort of the love he has shown me, but I promise myself that later…later I will do all of that. And then I’ll sit down and write my first love letter to him, my Michael, my husband, my love.
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