L.O.v.E Therapy
Copyright© 2025 by DB86
Chapter 7
Linda left the mall and walked to her car. She was exhausted. She was struggling to sleep in a strange bed. Alone.
Lost in her thoughts, it took Linda a moment to see the envelope on her windshield, tucked beneath one of the wipers. Her name was written across the front in a familiar handwriting letter.
Linda’s stomach winged up to her throat as she plucked the envelope out of its place. With it in hand, she looked around the empty parking lot, as if her husband might be leaning against a lamppost, but there was no one there.
With a deep breath, she retrieved the letter and switched on the overhead light, sliding the folded piece of paper out of its envelope.
My beloved Linda,
I’ve been thinking a lot about the happy days we once shared as a loving couple. I wasn’t aware there was a problem in our marriage. I really wasn’t. I guess I’ve been too focused on myself. I’m sorry I made you feel ignored and unloved. I never meant to make you feel you were not important to me. You are.
Will you please just consider the possibility that I love you more than you realize or that I’m capable of expressing with words?
I believe that we still have that same love in our hearts that first brought us together. I’ll do anything I have to do to rekindle it. You have my word. Even keep seeing that weird therapist you chose.
I’ll share a secret with you. You have a freckle behind your ear, in a place that’s impossible for you to see. I’m not sure if anyone has ever told you about it, but I pretend it’s my secret. The first time I kissed it, we were at homecoming. The dance was over and it felt like we’d just gotten there. We looked around and everyone was gone. When you turned your head, that’s when I saw the freckle, right in the crease where your ear meets your head. I leaned in, kissed it, and you told me you loved me for the first time.
I was convinced that freckle was magic. The secret way I made you fall in love with me.
When you left me, my first thought was I should have kissed that freckle more. I bet you didn’t know you married a ridiculous man.
I’m proud to have you as my wife. I’m proud of the person you are. You’re incredible. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you often enough.
Yours,
Dennis
Linda could almost feel Dennis’s lips behind her ear, whispering those words that made her feel so desirable. Not as a sexual object, but as a singular woman. As Linda.
This was how she had felt then. Important. Cherished.
Heart trapped in her throat, Linda read the letter again. And again. She was preparing to read it a fourth time when a knock on the window made her jump.
Harry, the security guard, waved from the other side of the glass.
“You all right in there, Linda?” his voice came muffled through the window.
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