As most everyone else in the cabin called it a night, I crept down from my top bunk, as quietly as I could, climbed three flights of stairs, and found myself a cozy corner of the couch in the loft, from which I now am writing. A small retractable reading lamp is extended from the wall bent over my lap, and the TV offers background noise for an otherwise silent cabin. I haven't had the chance to sleep much in the past couple days. I've gotten in maybe a few hours of sleep at the most, yet I can't seem to fall asleep now that I have the opportunity to do so.
I went for a walk tonight...wandered down the mountain side, jumped through a pile of big crunchy leaves, sat on the bank, and watched my breath against the cold night air as I decided I'd love to spend the rest of my life here. Something was missing though... your heart, beating in sync with mine.
Partially unsatisfied, I then walked back to the cabin to spend a while lying down before the warm fire...
All I wish is that you could see the view I've tried to explain to you so many times before. I want you to appreciate this like I do, to stand in awe of such beauty alongside me.
There is an empty spot beside me on this couch, an empty hand for you to hold, and an extra mug for hot chocolate...
It seems so simple, but they will probably always overlook such perfection.
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