Creative Writing Challenge #16-Write a love letter between two people who have only met once

It occurs to me that this exercise is actually TWO exercises since it is to be a letter between two people. So...

Sweet Libby,
Driving away from you was like ripping out my heart. I tried not to look back but my eyes wouldn't stay on the road and the sight of you standing in the doorway, so alone, was like a knife in the gut. I wish I had been stronger and left when you were still sleeping so I didn't have to see your tears and know I'd hurt you so much. I never wanted to hurt you. I'll never be able to say I'm sorry enough to take that hurt away.
It took most of the morning to reach the valley floor. Finally I stopped when I knew the trees and hills would block my view of your cabin and any chance of seeing you again. I pulled up near a little creek all lined with trees and got out of the car to smoke and think. It was still pretty chilly even so far down and when I pulled on my shirt I could smell you in it. Our hours together came back all at once in a flood of memories that had my heart racing again and I got lightheaded and cotton-mouthed. I buried my face in my chest and wrapped my arms over my head trying to feel you against me again. I guess I would have stayed that way forever but a log-truck came screaming around the corner and I just about jumped in the creek thinking it was going to hit me. I can still hear the driver's laugh.
Now I've put a couple of days and a few thousand miles between us and all I can do is wonder what you're doing and where you are. Did you go on to work after I left or are you still standing in the door looking down the road for me? Will you ever forgive me for being such a chicken shit and leaving you? Has some other guy come in off the road to find you pouring coffee with those emerald eyes flashing and that heart-shaped mouth asking "what'll it be?" and fallen under your spell? Will you take him home to your little cabin on the mountain top and wash away the road dirt and soothe him with your soft hands and warm body?
This is how I've spent the hours without you. I torture myself with images of you and someone else. Someone who doesn't have to leave you. Someone lucky enough to be with you forever. Someone not me...

I love you, Libby. I will always love you.
Trent


Dear Trent,
I don't know if this letter will ever reach you. And even if it does I don't know if you will want to hear from me after all this time. The letter you sent me sounded so final. "I will always love you." as if you had no intention of ever coming back to me. As if one night was all you could afford to give. I guess now I know it was.
I waited out on the porch till the sun went down, then went inside and curled up in bed around the pillow that still held the shape of your head and the smell of your skin. There were traces of us all over my sheets and I took off my dress and wrapped myself in them looking for anything that would bring the sense of you back to me. I cried until my head was pounding, then got up and walked outside to the end of the lane, still wrapped in the bedsheets. I just stood there thinking that any moment your lights would shoot across the treetops and you'd pull off the highway and come back to me. After dark it started to snow, and I was so cold I couldn't wait for you anymore, so I went in the house and lay down on the bed and listened to the night sounds till the sun came up. I fell asleep and dreamed you were lost in the woods above the cabin. I ran and ran but I couldn't find you. I was crying out to you but I could no longer hear your voice. I woke up in the late afternoon, took a shower, went to work, moved on into the next day and the day after that until the days turned to weeks, then months.
It's been almost a year since you walked into the cafe and I fell in love with you. Almost a year since I found happiness I thought was never meant for a girl like me. A broken girl with so little to give stuck up here on this mountain with no way to leave. But now I know you came to me to bring a purpose to my life.
If you get this letter, you don't need to write back. I just wanted you to know you have a daughter. Her eyes are green like mine, but her hair is curly and light brown like yours. She has a tiny bow-shaped mouth with your full lips and her nose looks like it's going to have a little point on the end like mine does. She is very long, so she will be a tall girl. Her feet are very big! But her fingers and toes are long like yours.

I remembered you told me your mother's name was Miriam.

With love,
Libby and Miriam