Dear Alec,
The days are getting longer now, each one filled with the anticipation of your visit. If Aro is as supportive as you say, you should be in Forks in no time! Or I could always go to Volterra...HA! Maybe if all goes well, I could follow you back to Italy. Though I've been to Europe twice, I never got to do any sight seeing because of my parents' crazy business schedules. I can think of no better way than to explore it with you. The only obstacle between us now seems to only be MY coven. As much as your sister dislikes the notion of you finding someone, you said she answers to Aro, which is good. On the other hand, you worked with Carlisle for centuries and whenever you (past you not us you) come up in conversation, it's, well, blatantly obvious that he's not your biggest fan. He's under some impression that you're a "monster." I don't believe him of course, but it's no pleasant to hear considering I can't say anything in defense. When we fill them in, let's just hope they can keep an open mind.
Speaking of minds, mine is a little off. Because I haven't seen you in almost a month, and that was the only time I've seen you, the memory is getting fuzzy seeing as I draw from it so often. Your mask barely smells of your cologne anymore, the mask that hid your face for the majority of that magical evening. That makes it harder to remember the your exact features, my mental image of you is blurring. While I know you on such a deep level, we seem to have entirely surpassed the basics. I could distinguish your words anywhere, yet I don't even know your birthday. That's what makes it so hard to convince myself you're real. The longer time drags the more you seem like a distant dream, like I'm going crazy and writing to no one in hopes of an imaginary response. I NEED to see you again soon, and if desire alone isn't a enough to bring you across the Atlantic, think of keeping my sanity in tact.
Marietta