This is a work of fiction. The events in the following story are not true and are only the written form of a fantasy. I have no connection with the people in this story. This is the second chapter of a longer story. If you have not read the first chapter (First Meetings) I recommend that you do so. I appreciate all well intended criticism and advice. I hope you enjoy.
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I stood motionless in that room, staring at that letter sitting on the bed stand. I stared at it as if it would tell me what she wrote. Like I could learn what her words were without opening it. Of course I knew that no matter how hard I wanted it, I wouldn't get anything from the letter without opening it. So I finally just grabbed it and put it in my pocket before going down to the hotels front desk. I got a taxi back to the hotel where I'd rented a room.
I hadn't touched my bag so I was able to just grab it before going to pay for my room then getting in my car and heading home. The road home was free of traffic since it was a weekday. It was an easy drive but that was also a problem. A problem only because it gave me a chance to think about what she might have written.
In the time it took me to drive back to my apartment I'd run a number of ideas, and many reasons for what she might have put in the letter. It was like being back in school when you got a letter from a girl you liked. Before you actually read it you either thought it was going to be good or you expected the worst. I'd had enough time that both options went to war in my head.
To say I was relieved to pull into the parking lot of my apartment is an understatement. I was happy to walk through the door and be home. When I shut the door I dropped my bag onto my couch, and threw the letter onto the kitchen counter. I went to do everything you do when you get home after being gone for a night. Then I went on to do everything that you do when you are trying to avoid doing something. I didn't want to read that letter.
I say, I didn't want to read the letter but the truth was I'd scared myself in the car. I was afraid of what she might have written. It took a while but I finally got up the courage to see what she wrote. I grabbed the letter from where I'd left it, then went to sit on the couch. I leaned against my overnight bag and opened the envelope. I took in a breathe as I started to read.
I'm sorry I have to do this but we had to go early. I loved last night and wished that we could have had some time together today. You make things easier. I felt more like myself last night than I have in a while. I hope you feel something similar. I hope you don't feel less about me for last night either and the fact that I had to leave without saying goodbye. That's one of the reasons I wish I could have been there. I wanted to make sure everything was ok. The guys are waiting for me so I will make this short. I hope this is not the last thing I say to you.
Goodbye for now, hopefully
Amy
I have to say that I was happy that she wrote a short letter. I'd held my breath until the moment I read her name. In the end though, I was a little taken back by my reaction because as I thought about it I really had no reason to worry. I mean she never gave me any sign that she would do anything else but write a letter like that. And looking at her words she seemed as worried about how I felt.
There is something to be said for the idea that she might have felt differently the next morning. If she had it would have been ok. It would've all ended up being a wonderful portion of my life that I could remember for the rest of my life. But I'd never really done anything like this before. I'd never felt that way before. Even with other women I've dated and fallen in love with. This one was a bit more interesting. This one seemed to mean more to me.
That thought didn't hit me until I was looking at that envelope back at the hotel room. I didn't really process it until I was reading the letter inside. Though it was a relief to see that she felt something similar to what I felt. If not love she was open to building on whatever it was that we had. Willing to build something on the foundation that was laid over the many e-mails that we sent to each other.
I didn't want to lose the ground I had gained so I immediately fired up my computer and sent Amy a quick e-mail.
Amy
I wish that last night could have lasted longer and I was sad to find you missing from the bed this morning. But I understand completely why you had to leave. Believe me I've had many a broken night's sleep because we needed to make a quick exit. I have forgotten the number of reasons we've had over the years.