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    An Epistolary Affair (Complete work)

    Story written on February 18, 2014 by kins40.
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    Story Shortlink: https://lesfan.com/?p=83664
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    You have no idea how I wished, at that moment, that he had been cheating on me or had a drinking problem or even simply crooked teeth. I wanted a simple reason to break up with him. I explained gently how I had never daydreamed about kissing him, I had never felt the butterflies take

    You have no idea how I wished, at that moment, that he had been cheating on me or had a drinking problem or even simply crooked teeth. I wanted a simple reason to break up with him.

    I explained gently how I had never daydreamed about kissing him, I had never felt the butterflies take flight in my tummy at the mere thought of seeing him again, ever felt the rush, ever missed him for leaving my side for a fleeting 30 seconds. I wanted him to invade my mind every minute of every hour of every day but it had never happened.

    The funniest thing was that he agreed with me. He knew something was missing. I didn’t want to hurt him and he understood. I explained how I was actually at a point where I was being selfish staying with him when I knew he could truly experience greater love and happiness with somebody else and he deserved it.

    We parted company on the door step of the diner with the promise to remain friends. It will either take some time or will never happen.

    I never had the courage to tell him though that our lack of connection was all down to gender. To put it in simple terms: He was not a woman.

    I feel at peace now and I will spend the next while concentrating on my work. This is not a complete realisation; you know that, it just took me a while to get there. Maybe this new found state of mind will fuel my artistic inspiration.

    I have one more hurdle to overcome however. I have to travel to Chapel Hill and talk to Mum and Dad. Will you wish me luck?

    Love always

    T.

    Letter 2
    Dear T,
    I came home from my running this morning and was delighted to find in my mailbox my very first letter at the apartment I had just moved in, and that felt like home already.
    My joy was short lived when I spotted the unfamiliar name of the addressee on the envelop, and yet, for some strange reason, I still felt a connection with the soft paper in my hands.
    I knew that the logical thing to do in that moment was to go and find the landlord living right across the courtyard, but I had just seen him walking down the street towards the small market, as he always did on Wednesdays. So I resolved to keep your letter and wait to talk to him later on.
    This may sound odd to you, and to be honest I can’t even explain it myself, but as I was showering and getting ready for work, all I could think of was your letter and what fascinating story its content might reveal.
    T, have you never sat in a park, or at the terrace of a coffee place, and watched people around you, trying to imagine what their story was, and how much the person they were talking to meant to them?… A lover, a brother, a daughter, a dear friend, or just a colleague from work? Hand gestures, body language, looks and smiles, or even words if you’re close enough… They can be so transparent and telling, and yet such an enigma to the rest of the world…
    I wouldn’t dare for a second to try and justify my actions, but only maybe to explain them to you. Except in the case of your letter, I felt inexplicably compelled to know more about the mysterious sender of that small delivery. A delivery that didn’t wear my name on it, and yet one that had found me…
    I talked to the landlord this evening. A sweet old man who always gave me his most charming smile. A smile that told me he must have been one lady charmer in his young years… A smile that told me that he thought he still was… He confirmed that your sister had been living in this apartment for a couple of months, but she had left two weeks before I moved in, without further information or forwarding address, I’m afraid.

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    2. I had not read this story when it was first posted. It was before I knew of the site. I feel blessed that it was brought to my attention.
      Letter writing of all sorts is a special genre for me. It is easy to bare the soul in a letter, easy to fall in love through a letter, and the way you two have handled this process is incredible to say the least. You have tapped into something that I can’t describe.

      But these lines: “I’m sorry for this outburst, especially as I finish this letter, but I feel like I can tell you anything. And I know it’s silly, but I already feel better for having confided in you. How is it that you, that I know through your words only, can make me feel calmer than anyone has ever been able to? Could it be that connection again? … Will we ever know?…” Oh wow…yep, been there…just incredible.

      Thank you.

    14. A beautiful story,beautifully written.The power of the spoken word so much more powerful and meaningful when put to paper in a letter.The words stay on the page and unlike the spoken word will never fade away only with age.

      Looking forward so much to your next story Kins.It can’t come soon enough…;)..Cx

    15. Hi Kins! :) thanks for make the story readable continuously without need to switch author name.
      I remember this story, and still find it enjoyable to read! :) and I still remember vividly how each week I was pining for update from you and Kwords! Such a torture 8-/
      (Btw any idea where is Kwords? Her Bette is still waiting for the train trip, I hope Kwords will join us soon in this new site) Anyway, I am happy that this story is highlighted again as it’s really pleasurable to read and so lovely and sweet. Put a smile on me before sleeps! ;-)
      And Kins, I do hope you will find time to share us more of your master piece again :0)x

    16. Dear Kins,

      First of all, I adore all of your stories and I’m a deep admirer of your way of putting words together.

      I do have more to say and also a proposition to make. Is there a way to send you a private message?

      Thank you in advance and I hope to hear from you soon.

    22. I just came across this absolutely amazing story and am completely taken by its beautiful splendor. The story told through letter writing is absolutely genius. You write beautifully! I could feel every emotion conveyed in each letter and was unable to put it down till I completed the story on it’s entirety. Absolutely amazing!!!

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