A?N: Slightly got writers block on this story so I tried my best to finish it the best I could without it sounding too rushed. It's short that's why I'm adding the last chapter as well.

My Dearest Clare,

Day five of Winter break dawned this morning and as Christmas approaches I'm filled with regret that I am unable to see you tomorrow on Christmas day nor give you the small gift I got you. It may seem a little early but getting a best friend and possibly girlfriend back is worth celebrating. Nothing too big or personal like I said nothing special. I saw the gift in the window yesterday as Cece insisted I tag along for her last minute Christmas shopping really all I did was carry her bags and wait patiently as she searched every inch of the store for the perfect gifts. I've been scared off of mall shopping for quite some time I must confess; the noise, the inconsiderate people and lastly the crowds. I have scars to prove it I swear.

I never thought I would say this and I will deny it if ever brought up in conversation but I miss my home, my own bed and my privacy. I find myself hiding away in the bathroom, the only room with a lock for some quiet. I've never liked being an only child so much. Here there is always within talking distance and really as vocal as I am I catch myself having nothing to say – a shocker I know tease me about it later if you must.

These people are not you. At this moment the only person I need and want to talk to is you. The waiting is excruciating and there is still a week and a half left.

I wanted to take you ice skating on Christmas Eve and buy you the coffee drink you always get at the Dot afterwards to show my appreciation of you putting the past behind us but of course this family getaway managed to get in the way however it is good for me to step away from everything. Recharge the batteries so to speak.

Have you caught on to what I'm desperately trying to avoid saying?

I miss you Clare, I have for quite some time now I've always missed you if I'm being honest. I missed you the moment you left and it never really went away just it got overtook by my other feelings but it was always there, that deep aching feeling of needing to be near you or just to hear your voice even if it was just a simple hello.

I miss the way you would blush if I stood too close, said something vulgar or after each time I kissed you that red tint to your beautiful cheeks said everything that needed no words for and I promise not to make you blush from this letter because every time you blush because of me; I want to be there to see it. To touch your flaming cheeks and reassure you that it is in fact a turn on that after all this time I could still cause such an innocent blush.

My arms long to hold you in a ways that I have long forgotten and my lips want to bask in the afterglow of our kisses, to steal the softness of your lips for my own, the delicate flowers that I have grown accustomed to, I wish to feel them against mine again whether it be rushed or lazy they just want a chance to reacquainted with you and the many favourite parts of you.

I fear this may be the shortest one yet, I do not wish to overwhelm you in anyway like my others surely have although you seem unabated by them in your replies I know they've struck a chord and I must thank you for acting so calm about answers it makes me thing that we really have changed and there is a future for us. Something I had been biding my time for so until your reply this is farewell my lovely.

E.