It was written by an optimist turned pessimist, she thought. Had she unknowingly squished Tina’s hopes by not quite being or providing what this letter insinuated the blonde wanted?

She sighed as a memory of her sprawled out on this very bed with her muscles clenched and Tina hanging above her, hips pumping and grinding, flashed before her. That was only last night and her world had truly shattered much like Tina described in her letter. Her senses had been on fire and just as her second orgasm rolled into a third the three little words she’d been holding back for eight long months passed her lips.

She repeated the words thinking that perhaps the blonde had not heard her.

Tina simply kissed her and whispered “I’ve got you” Not exactly the words she was after.

A reverent silence settled over the room as sleep claimed the blonde pressed against her.

She loved Tina and she was fairly certain it was reciprocated. Tina didn’t have to say it for her to know she felt the same. Sometimes a person’s actions spoke volumes.

This morning she wasn’t so sure that was the case. Bette flipped herself on the bed, lying on her belly. A feeling of emptiness settled over her as she thought of the bleak future ahead without Tina.

Evidently she had no idea what was going through the blonde’s mind.

How could Tina do this to her? Her cowardice was astonishing and incredibly out of character. Tina was a communicator, believing it was the only way one could truly console any misgivings. Something just wasn’t right she thought, picking up the letter she was quick to toss aside earlier.

The words she read made her sit up. This was not the same letter that had caused her heart to ache.

Her eyes devoured each and every word.

Her heart, far more receptive to this letter, picked up pace in a two-step.

Her lips slowly curved upwards finally turning into a full blow smile that illuminated her face as she came to the end of the letter.

She should have known better, she should have turned the page. Although shorter, this side of the page spoke directly to her heart.

I fell.

I fell not on grass but concrete. Grade A, high strength concrete an engineer might recommend for a highway expected to sustain heavy traffic for thirty years.

I fell hard.

I fell hard and I fell fast, so fast you didn’t catch me.

It took you a while to notice I was lying down on the concrete, hurting from the severity of the fall.

You didn’t catch me and more importantly you didn’t fall with me.

I tried to rush you.

I wined and dined you.

I made you porridge which is your equivalent of syrupy Pikelets.

We perfected the art of spooning and the rest of the cutlery seethed with jealousy. 

I wooed you Kennard style and still you did not fall.

I tried to trip you over to speed things up. Our happy ending couldn’t come soon enough for me.

You seemed to stumble a little but your heart was sturdy still.

I waited.

Finally you fell, how hard I don’t know but I will continue making you fall and I will catch you each and every time.  

For the longest time Bette just laid there on her back with her arms spread out as she tried to absorb everything. They were in love what now? She’d never gotten this far in a relationship before.

“Porter your porridge is ready” Tina howled. 

The eerily quiet house she woke to had lead her to believe she was alone even after reading the second page she assumed Tina had gone back to her place for the morning. Surprised but very pleased to discover that wasn’t the case, Bette jumped out of bed and headed for the kitchen.

“I’m coming” She called back, deciding not to worry, they’d take it as it came.