Editor’s Note: Letter writing is a form that is getting lost in our days of instagram stories and messenger chats. This letter is an academic exercise which the creator wishes to share with a wider audience to acknowledge the warmth and intimacy of words for the loved one.
My dearest Allie,
i will not lie to you, I feel nothing but horrible, crushing remorse at the loss of you. But I implore you, before you decide to not read the rest of my letter in fear that i will curse you, beg you to return to me. I shall do nothing of the sort. I wish, simply, to tell you how I feel, and seal with wax this chapter of my life.
I tell you once more, as I simply cannot restrain myself,
I love you, Allie
And I don't think I can stop.
Lucky, Infinitely lucky is the man who has the gift of being your lover. And there is little I wish to do but scorn my fate for it's cruelty. If i were a weaker man, who loved you a little less, I would not have been able to let you go like I did that day.
I wish you eternal happiness, my sweet, in the arms of a man who isn't me. Though, now that I have spent an atom of of my sadness in this wretched letter, I have room to say, to think that, I am grateful you chose him. Not, of course, because I wouldn't have rejoiced, but perhaps because, in the heart of my heart, I would know that I possess an incomplete version of you.
I, Lon, once again wish you all the happiness in the world and hope, that sometimes, in the quietest, most silent nights, you will think of me. Remember me.
Don't forget me.
Lon
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