Letters To Adam

Elisa Hicks is a lonely twenty six year old who's got it bad for a man at her job, Adam Sharp. She becomes so over whelmed by her feelings for him that she begins to write him letters, not sure if he will get them or not. Adam soon returns his feelings and realizes what he's been missing, but their sappy romance has it's troubles. Adam wants to marry Elisa after only a month of being together and while Elisa knows she is in love with Adam, she is afraid to see the beauty he sees in her, in herself.

A/N: There are many musical references and some reference to adult content. If this may offend you, please do not read. Also, the YouTube links aren't working for me, so if you want to listen to the sings they mention, you'll have to manually research them. I know, the struggle.


12. Sunday, March 2nd, 2014 6:11pm

"Elisa. Marry me."

I don't even need to think. 

"Yes." Adam blinks as if he wasn't expecting that answer then rights himself. 

"Well, then if we're done talking, there's something I want to show you," he says. He stands up and stretches out his hand. I take it and slide out of the booth. He puts his arms around my waist as we walk out to his car. I briefly wonder how I'll get back to my car but let it go. We're gonna get married. I don't care. 

We drive for over two hours, talking about everything from baseball (which I know nothing about) to wooden clogs (which I know a lot about). He drove with one hand while the other held mine. It was warm and the feeling was so... nice.

We passed farmlands and crossed highways and crossed little river bridges and giant bridges that opened up for barges. We talked the whole time and held hands. At one point, Adam asked me where I dreamed of going. I told him Australia's Chesterfield Islands. When I asked him where he dreamed of, he said, and I quote, "Wherever you are." I died.

Mentally, of course. 

Eventually, I fell asleep leaning on his shoulder. I dozed to the rhythm of the car on the road, his breathing, and the gentle brush of his longish hair on my cheek. Everything about Adam is so perfect. I feel like the luckiest girl alive. And on top of everything else, he chose me. Over everyone else. 

That's just the perfect guy, isn't it?

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