I feel the need to write something so; I think I'll write a love letter to Spock from Uhura.

Sa-kugalsu (Fiancé)

Dear Sa-kugalsu,

I know it seems illogical to sit and write a letter using old Earth parchment but I felt romantic and the need to step out of the techno babble and electro-wizardry of today and somehow really touch something tactile. I miss you and I need to feel the weight of the pen in my hand to offset the loneliness of my fingers running through your hair.

I need to hear the sound the pen makes as it slides across the paper, silent yet so powerful, just like your love for me. I miss you. Your silence glances across the room at me when none suspects passion behind those eyes. I hear it without a sound being made, I know because my heart makes the sound of a thousand drums when our eyes connect.

I wanted to take time to find and purchase such an impractical piece of paper because our love is most impractical and yet, it sustained us both. This paper, which may lose it meaning if not nurtured and cared for, is like our love. We understand this and are willing to do whatever it takes to continue to fulfill each other's desires. An impractical perfection and yet, so are we.

I need to see the ink as it flows through the well onto the white paper leaving an indelible mark, like your love marks my heart and soul and body. When you touch me, the heat from your fingers melt my being, stroking my passions. Indelible marks that, overtime, will build into something beyond this point but to times beyond.

I know you. I know your smell. Like the aroma of this old earth parchment, enduring and recognizable so is your scent. When we are together and passion is spent, I can still be near you by just closing my eyes and holding my hands to my face. I have a confession; I have one of your t-shirts here with me. Remember, I wore it to the kitchen to make us some breakfast the morning after the first time we made love. When you left to head back to the base, I found it in the laundry and it helps me get through missing you so much while we are gone. And even though it's been through a wash cycle or two, when I wear it to bed I believe I can still smell the smoke from your meditation candle and it helps me fall asleep.

I see the words appear and they remind me of the wonderful connection we have. Our likes and dislikes are not completely the same but compatible and transferable. Seeing these words helps me to distinguish the value in your eyes, so trusting and loving. They can wound me with one harsh gaze or thrill me with one fleeting look from you. Seeing these words remind me of your smile and yes, you have one. Sometimes, just for me, that damn half smile comes out and makes the whole universe seem brighter. People don't take the time to see it but that's okay with me. It makes it mine, I suppose. Presumptuous, maybe but that's a lovers right I think, so your smile belongs to me.

I miss you. It has been too long and I need to see you. Just two more weeks of out-world survival training and I'll be back, near you, next to you, holding you, my Sa-kugalsu.

Love,

Lieutenant Junior Class Nyota Uhura

P.S.

If you find it logical, write me back (smile)