Just to preface- this story has nothing to do with the prompt, but one I found a few days ago. I would just do this in the free write feature but I don’t have the money to pay for premium.

Write a short story or poem that starts with a letter:

Dearest love,

August 3rd

I saw two shooting stars last night, it amazes me how fast they are gone. Blink and you’ve missed the falling shine against the ebony sky. If you hang onto it for too long, your eyes can become lost in trying to locate what has faded. It reminded me of how many fleeting and beautiful moments in our lives are impossible to grasp tightly. I’ve vowed to never take our time together for granted.

-Yours

Dearest love,

August 5th

I was awoken to the melodic sound of two birds chirping entering my room through the open window. As I rose to it, the sun had felt warm on my skin like the ghost of your embrace. I recall that the birds were flying together in circles, chirping as if trading thoughts, before landing in a nest together. One was snuggled up against the other which seemed to be smiling and in that moment I wished you were next to me. I felt a cool breeze brush my side, a cruel reminder of your absence and it washed me in longing. Fly back to me.

- Yours

Dearest love,

August 10th

In your aching absence I’ve pondered the relation between the two things I last wrote to you about. Their similarities stuck out to me but not as much as their differences did. The shooting stars were just as beautiful as the birds, but were quick and fleeting. It was a flash of wonder that stole my attention, which it held until it inevitably vanished. The birds were of similar captivation as they swooped and soared through the sky gracefully. The difference was that they never strayed from each other or disappeared from view. Both moments were breathtakingly beautiful but only one was lasting.

I hope we are like the birds love, I miss you with all my heart and won’t stop until I am in your arms again.

- Yours

The setting sun cast golden shadows over the meadow behind Elora’s house. The sky was illuminated with soft pinks and purples, as the clouds interrupted with wispy tendrils that pulled her into its beauty. Elora lay in a patch of small white flowers, gazing at the sun’s slow but sure descent into the horizon as she thought of her love. He’d not sent any letters in return to hers and it saddened her. Flashes of his smile danced into her imagination followed by the ocean that was his eyes, which washed over her thoughts and bathed her in serendipity. Her eyes began to close and she drifted off, her body exhausted by her longing to be held by him once more. The flowers fell around her in an embrace as her mind conjured a dream. He was there. All of him. Not just fragments that she had to piece together. His slate blue eyes took in Elora’s and her breathing softened and her shoulders relaxed as she melted into his arms. He leaned over her and pressed a small kiss into her honey colored hair whilst whispering “I love you, my flower.” Elora’s mouth tentatively turned into a smile while she slept. However, her eyes began to flutter as she felt a warm breath of air. They slowly opened to her love leaning over her just as he has been in the dream. Without thought her body jolted up to meet his and she wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him to her, her smile aching with happiness. After a long awaited moment she drew back and gazed into his eyes. Asking “Did you receive my letters?” His only response was tucking his hand in his coat pocket and revealing two handcarved wooden birds dangling from gold twine.