November 17 1983
Niles, so a little birdie told me that the Sheffield are heading back to good ol' Blighty for Christmas this year.
Are you going to?
Xx C.C
November 17 '83
Well, that depends. Do you have a better offer?
X N X
November 18 1983
How about two weeks with no children, no cooking, and if we so choose, no clothes!
Xx C.C
November 18 '83
I'm in!
X N X
September 3 '84
C.C,
Yes, yes, yes. I know. However I do wish you'd keep your comments to yourself. I honestly don't know how Mr Sheffield doesn't notice. Some of those 'insults' were damn near pornographic. I almost choked on my tea. And don't think I didn't see Mrs Sheffield trying to hide her sniggering. I seriously don't understand how that man hasn't noticed as yet. He truly is oblivious to everything not directly related to himself.
Miss Margaret seems to have enjoyed her first day of school. And yes, I did see you sneaking her some chocolates, even though both Mrs Sheffield and myself told her no. So don't bother with the ' I don't care I'm an ice woman' routine. It doesn't work on me, witch. I've been under your spell too long and a certain resilience has been built up.
Speaking of Miss Margaret, Mr Sheffield is taking the family out to dinner on Friday to celebrate her first week of school. So I'll be as free as a bird that evening. Let's go out. We've not been to that lovely little Greek place in so long. It'll be nice, just you and me. A Proper date, some time for us just to enjoy one another's company.
What do you say?
X N X
December 6 1984
Look, I know you're disappointed. And I am sorry. Truly, I am. But I can't avoid them forever, and I fear my mother is becoming suspicious that somethings up. Besides it's not like you need me for entertainment. You have pledge, you have your feather duster. You'll be fine! Anyway, it's just for Christmas. Then I'll be back here and you can return to gluing my paperwork together and hiding my house keys.
Look at it like this: ONE of us has to go spend time with Mrs BB 'whatever her new surname happens to be right now'. Now being honest, which of us would you rather it is? Because if you want to go in my place, be my guest.
I love you, you daft old dust mop.
X C.C X
February 14 '85
C.C,
I'm not quite sure how we've gotten here. Six years of friendship. Four years of confusing and consuming love. We have never been your 'normal' couple. But a couple we most definitely.
Each morning, when I take your coat, I live for the paper I dive into your pocket to find. I've kept them all you know. I hate the days I find there is no waiting missive. I can't help but feel the crush of disappointment. But this in passes over smiles and coffee. Your laughter, your teasing, these are the two things I love most about you. Although the stealthy, middle of the day, stolen kisses and the all too few nights you spend in my arms are pretty amazing too!
When I'm with you, all I can think of is how to draw out your next smile. A joke, a prank, even the occasional endearment thrown in to keep you on your toes. I see that look you get when I call you 'my heart'. In those moments, I feel the luckiest man alive. And it's true. You are my heart. It beats only for you!
I'm not sure why I find it so hard to express myself to you in person. But writing it, speaking to you through these written words, it all comes so easily to me. Our entire relationship can be tracked through these letters, are billets-doux.
I love you my darling.
Happy Valentine's Day.
Forever yours,
Niles x
