My dear Arthur, you never showed up. And now, after looking at the newspapers, I understand why. I don't imagine you'll receive this letter but I, nonetheless, must send it. Arthur oh Arthur, I was just starting to dream the silliest and softest of dreams. I miss you. And I will always miss you. But I cannot live like that. And it seems you cannot live any other way. When I'm with you, the world makes sense. But when we are apart, I see clearly that your world is not a world from which one can escape. I'm so sorry. For everything. For everything long ago, for starting that business in the end. There's a good man within you, Arthur. But he is wrestling with a giant. And the giant wins, time and time again. You've broken my heart, again. And I fear I have broken yours. For that, I will never forgive myself, but you must let me go now. I enclose the ring you gave me many years ago, when we were both young. Not because I don't like it, but because I care for it far too much and it reminds me too much of you. I hope, one day, you will find some people in love who can use this. For it kept me thinking of you all these years. And I hope that if I return it to you, I can finally be free.
Goodbye
-Mary
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