Roses ‘n’ Losses

The title is misleading.😭😭🤭🤭

To Gerald,

Oh, dear Gerald. It pleases me so much to have received your letter. I must say I was also enamoured by the nice gentleman behind the counter today.

The brooch is so beautiful and I am sure you’ll see it lay upon my breast, not once or twice, but for a long time. What time tomorrow shall we meet? It shall do no good to keep your lady love waiting.

Write me again soon.

With love,

Rose.🌹

To Rose,

My sweet summer flower.🥺

Your acceptance of my gift and love have ignited a flame of happiness in my heart this evening. I am most happy that you have decided to return my affections and not shun the poor shopboy behind the counter.

Would my lady love be willing to meet with me when the clock strikes 7 in the evening on the morrow? I shall trail the path leading up to your father’s house and fetch you upon my horse or if you shall prefer a carriage, I shall get it to ferry you to and from the opera, oh lady love.

I await your reply again.

Earnestly,

Gerald.💠

To Gerald,

Oh Gerald dearest.🤭🤗

The time is suitable and I shall meet you on the steps of my father’s house. I would much prefer to ride on your horse with you, be encased in your arms that boast of strength and security.

I shall be unable to forward any more letters tonight for I have to ensure total preparation for our date tomorrow. I shall go to bed clutching the brooch to my breast as I dream of you, dearest one.

Till the morrow.

Your dearest,

Rose.🌹

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To Rose,

My beautiful winter flower,

Sighting my gift upon your breast today was the greatest gift you can ever give me. My utmost thanks to you once again for accepting me, my gift and my invitation. You made a poor antique salesman the happiest chap on the block today, lady mine.

Hours prior to when I was to fetch you, I had almost worn the soft leather pellet on my floor out as fast as I had worn my best chap’s patience thin with my pacing. I failed to put into consideration what colour of cravat to be garbed in to make my faded looks appear appealing once again in your eyes and a glance upon the mirror caused me some anxiety as upon my forehead rested three huge mottle-heads intent on ruining the night for me. This aroused more fear in me and I sought the help of my sister to deal with them, hence the hair over my eyes today.

My worries about clothes and shoes and hair and appearance were all at once replaced with worrying about what reaction your father might have at a strange man coming into his house that late in the evening. Oh, my dearest. I must admit I was plagued by a ton of worries before I got to your doorstep. But, I saw you and all former worries disappeared. Your eyes glittered up at me with a beautiful smile testing the stretch of your rosy cheeks, your velvet encased hand felt like a touch of heaven on my skin, intimating my lips with your hand reminded me of the softest vanilla cake I have ever had the chance of consuming, your gentle laughter as you made your way astride my horse similar to the singing of the angels, your sweet voice washed over me like a refreshing gulp of water.

Oh, my Rose.

You are a breath of fresh air, one I never wish to let go. Your trust in me to guide you safely upon my horse to our destination puffed up the manly ego in me and had me almost promising you the stars right there on my horse. All the way to the theatre, it took a lot of control to not bury my nose in your hair and breathe in the scent of the black water lilies you had placed in your hair. The beautiful and delicate scent of roses wafted up from your nape, tickling my senses and I had to grasp tighter the reins of my horse to not lead us into a ditch.

My sweet darling love.

Your hands in mine as you quietly spoke to me, sharing your thoughts, your focused face as you directed all your attention towards taking in the scenes before us, how easily you laid your head on my shoulder when your eyes grew a bit heavy, your willingness to walk with me for a while after, the beautiful scent of you after a long day, your excitement as you point all the sights out to me. I love them all.

And I hope you find more to love about me as we tread this path further.

Your love,

Gerald.🫶🏵