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a deep sigh she pulled out a piece of monogrammed stationary, her
long fingers reaching out and finding the quill. An air of sadness
overwhelmed her as she dipped it's tip into the indigo ink. She brushed a
strand of her long dark hair out of her eyes before she began to write,
tears welling up in her big dark eyes.
My Dearest Love, I am sad to see you go but realize it is for the best. No longer can I wonder, no longer can I think I am the reason behind your pain. Go now and find another, (I hear you already have). I have found the answers i sought, i made the right choices. I am sorry that I tarried so long, it was not good for either of us. I am sorry I gave you so many chances, sorry you were not who I claimed you were, who i needed you to be. I am sorry I did love you once... Sorry I did love you so very well... (Maybe you never noticed because you were so wrapped up in yourself). Never will you find another as true and as special as I, no matter how hard you look, no matter how hard she will try. Never will you find someone so willing and so blind to be what you needed. You are cursed to walk this place alone in spirit because when you ruined me you ruined all hope you had to hush the voices... I am sorry if I sound bitter, I just see all the needless pain and anguish you have caused me and those I love, not because you loved me but because you could not possess me... I wish you peace and happiness though I know you will never have it... Your only chance the babe in your arms that will never be seen. Your only hope to do right by someone other than yourself... You can blame me all you want but we all know what it means when the deal was dealt... Yes I too am beginning to recall... All the love I have for you is now dead, killed by your treachery, killed by your deceit, your need to destroy. But you know what, you never could have me, control me or possess my true love. I have always been the stronger of us two... And thanks to you now not only do I believe it but I KNOW it... Sleep well, Dark one... Maybe the
nightmares won't come... Maybe now you will just be faced with the blank
faces of the children that could have been ours... The look on my face if
ever you touched me... I bet you wonder even now how it would
look... She did not sign her name, did not place a date. Instead she folded up the letter and placed it to the side... One day soon... One day very soon... She would have the nerve... |