to evelyn dalton, love samuel cooper

[samuel charles cooper]

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if you're getting this letter, then, i'm a coward and i apologise. i wish i had the guts to say this all to your face, but then again i could be there for hours! there are things that i find hard to explain, evie, so bear with me, i'm going to give it a go. you know, when i first met you, i saw myself in you. (not in that way, i know what your mind is like!). i saw a cheeky, funny and amazingly hot person, and i felt like i'd met someone who could be my equal, and it scared me, i will admit. that wasn't the only thing that scared me about you, because your death glare was enough to put the fear of death in me, haha. but more than that, you made me feel things that i [certainly didn't] read about in some romantic books (because i'm a manly man and i don't do that sort of thing). i've never felt so protective over someone other than my sister, but i'd rather die than let anyone get even close enough to leaving a single scratch on you. you've fast become one of the most important people in my world, and that scares me. it takes a lot to scare me. i saw so much more than an eighteen year old should have seen. i've lied and i've cheated and i've done things that i'm not proud of, but i'm hoping that what i'm thinking is right, and that there was one thing i did right, and that thing was with you. i won't say too much, because i'd feel like a douche otherwise, but the fact of the matter is, that if there was one person on this earth that i would want to be a better man for, it would be for you. my sister comes a close second of course, because she's everything i'm not. she's innocent and full of life, and she's got the whole world ahead of her, as cheesy as that sounds.

i want you to know everything, starting from the fact that my favourite colour is blue, which is painfully boring and usual, to the fact that when i was seven, i insisted upon wearing wellies around for a whole day and splashing in every single puddle i came across, even though it hadn't really rained all that much. i can still remember them, they were blue, sky blue, and i loved them. it's been eleven years and i can still pinpoint the right shade of it. it's stupid, i know, the things that the mind remembers, even when some of the most important things manage to slip through. thankfully, i remember everything about the way you looked that first time i saw you. you are the most important thing, and i'm never letting you slip away. i've bought you a ring. if i haven't given it to you yet, yell at me until i do. please? it's very pretty, but refined, like you. i've been carrying it around with me for days, but i think i'll put it in my drawer, just in case. i don't want anyone pinching it from me. it's your ring, and no one else will have it but you. i'm determined of that. if you do have the ring, i hope you like it. and if we're not together and i forget to cancel this mail, burn the letter. or something. and yeah. i'm sorry. haha. let me explain a bit. i decided to write down every single thing i feel for you, and i've arranged for it to be sent in february, as a sort of early valentines day present. happy valentines day! i wanted you to know how i feel, but i know i've probably not had the guts to tell you, because the whole idea of being in love scares me too, but the truth is that i think i am. i think that i am head over heels in love with you, evelyn dalton.

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love, always,
sam.

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