I decided to do the “Postcards from the Past” writing assignment as the one that I will focus around the character that I created Lawrence Spitler. I found this old love letter and since there is no name on it, it will work perfectly for my story! If you have yet to read about my character, you should check it out (that’s the link below).
Lawrence walked into his bedroom and was surprised by the piece of paper he saw lying on the bed. He picked it up and started to read. He thought to himself, “How did I ever get so lucky to find a woman that could truly love me like she does?” He finished off the letter, laid it on the nightstand beside the bed and walked down the hallway calling her name. “Aria? Aria, where are you?” He peeked his head around the corner to the kitchen only to see she wasn’t there.
“Honey? Come out from wherever you are!” He said with a little grin. He made his way to the living room but still no loving wife to be found. All of a sudden the front door ripped open and there she stood in a wonderful purple sundress.
“Aria!” he said. “I’ve been looking all over for you!” Then he swooped her up into his arms and hugged her tight.
“I was just at the store grabbing some things for tonight. I assume you found my letter?” He didn’t say anything but he looked her deep in the eyes and kissed her like he never had before. He finally realized he was worth loving and couldn’t be happier with who he was meant to be with. “Oh, stop it, you!” She said as she yanked away from his arms. “I’ve got things to do, Mister! I have to get all kinds of pretty for you tonight and you better wear your good tie!”
He laughed and kissed her cheek. “It’s only my good tie because you picked it out.” She blushed then vanished into the hallway to the bedroom. He thought quickly, “I’ll write my own letter and surprise her with it before we go out tonight! That will really get her excited!” So he went on into the office, found a piece of blank paper and a pen and began his response to the letter that had made his week.
The letter read:
My dearest, loving wife,
How did I get so lucky as to call you mine? I never knew it from the day I met you that this was how it would end up, I really didn’t. It’s crazy to think we can put up with each other for so long and still love each other more and more each day. You’re my best friend, my lover, my everything and I could never even imagine my life without you, without us. My life was very dark before I met you and now every day I see a brighter light! Waking up next to the greatest person in the world is the best feeling and I’m ever so grateful that I get to spend my life with you. Who would’ve thought a man like me would be able to find love and this great of a love at that! You’re wonderful in every single way, and I, too, cherish every moment and every memory we make together. Please don’t ever forget that I love you to pieces and I would do anything and everything I can to protect you. I will never leave you and you are everything that is good in my life. I can’t wait for the many years to come, my darling. I love you oh so much.
He put it in an envelope and addressed it My Only Love then walked out into the hallway.
He could hear her in the bathroom so he just put the envelope on her nightstand and laid down on their bed. He heard the shower turn on and knew that she’d be at least an hour and a half until she’d be ready to leave. He put his hands behind his head and decided to doze off for a few minutes…
He awoke with a jump, frantically looking around, only to find darkness throughout the entire room. There was no light coming from anywhere and it was like he didn’t even know where he was. He felt around until he found a lamp to turn on and he was utterly distraught when he saw what was around him. The TV on the stand was broken, there was an old, reeking couch over in the corner and the whole place smelled like rotten eggs. The bedspread was a mustard yellow color and on the nightstand was an open bottle of pills.
He then realized what had just happened and then began to cry.
Lawrence may be a tough and strong man on the outside, but on the inside he has a huge heart. The letter, Aria, and their lovely life…it was all just a dream. A dream that felt so real he could feel her soft skin against as they hugged. A dream that felt so real he could taste her soft lips as they kissed. A dream that felt so real he actually thought she was a real person and she had written him a real love letter and he had really found someone to fall in love with. He was devastated.
After a few minutes of crying, he shook it off and got angry. He thought, “What’s wrong with me? I’m turning soft.” He got up off the bed, threw on the jacket to his suit and burst out the door, slamming it behind him. “I don’t need no woman anyway. All I need is me, myself, and I. That’s all I’ve ever had and that’s all I’m ever going to need.” He made it to a bar down the street and immediately called the bartender over.
“Give me the strongest stuff you got,” he said. The bartender nodded, walked off, then came back with a big glass of some brown looking liquid. Lawrence didn’t pause to ask what it was, he took the glass from the counter and chugged it down.
“Another,” he said. “Now.” Again the bartender ran off and came back with two glasses of the same brown looking liquid. Both of the glasses were gone in less than a minute and it continued that way for about 30 minutes to an hour.
All of a sudden everyone in the bar went silent. The bartender looked over the counter to the floor and saw Lawrence sprawled out, he had fallen off the barstool.
“Alright,” the bartender said. “Someone help me get him to the couch.”
It was a summer’s morning, the temperature was great and the birds were chirping. Lawrence walked into his bedroom and was surprised by the piece of paper he saw lying on the bed. He picked it up and started to read.
I really enjoyed writing this. This was a very fun writing assignment.