My dear Travis,
Do you recall our days in the strawberry fields? When we were younger and so much more care free? Remember the countless hours basking in the warm summer sun? I remember them, and I cherish them now that times have changed and life has become much more rough and jagged. I have memorized those days, down to every detail. The way you would smile at me, with that crooked expression baring white teeth. Your endearing dimples and the gleam in your blue eyes as you laughed. Happy memories of you greeting me with a wicker berry basket, enthusiastic to spend hours in my company. We would tease and laugh; with you calling me jaunty and uptight and I calling you irresponsible and rude. Oh but I never truly meant any of that, Travis, nor did you.
I recall the day things changed between us, sprawling in the thick grass on top of Half-Blood Hill. You had called me beautiful, never mind the dirt and sweat on my face. Then you leaned in, and you kissed me, so soft and sweet. I had thought I would faint when you said you loved me. Your confession was so overwhelming. I, of course, returned the sentiment and the grin that lit up your face made my heart flutter. The late afternoon sun warmed our hearts as we snacked on succulent berries. Your fidgeting hands braided strands of my pale, golden hair as you told stories of you and your brother's latest plights. I could've sworn we were in paradise; I never wanted to leave.
Alas, the sky turned from crystal blue to a deep amethyst as Time got the better of us. I remember all these things. They encourage me in the cold of this impending war. I tell you these things to lighten your heart too, my dear Travis. Our love continues to grow and deepen, as if they were ancient roots the Fates had planted. I will always remember the strawberry field, will you?
Love.
Katie