A letter from Quackity to Wilbur.

My dearest Wilbur,

As I sit down to write this letter, I am filled with regret and longing for you. For too long, I let my pride and anger blind me to the depth of our connection, to the beauty of your soul, and the love we shared. But as the poet Elizabeth Barrett Browning once wrote, "How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach."

I realize now that my soul has always been reaching out to you, even when my words and actions failed to convey it. You have been the light in my darkness, the rock upon which I stand, and the love that I have been searching for all my life.

I regret the times I hurt you, the times I let my insecurities and doubts get the best of me. I regret the moments when I pushed you away, not realizing that you were what I needed most. But most of all, I regret not telling you every day how much I love you.

As Browning wrote, "I love thee with a love I seemed to lose with my lost saints. I love thee with the breath, smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death." My love for you transcends time and space. It is a love that will never fade, a love that will endure even beyond this life.

So I write this letter to you today, to ask for your forgiveness and to tell you that I love you more than words can express. I want to hold you in my arms, kiss away your tears, and build a future together filled with joy, laughter, and endless love.

As Browning wrote, "I love thee with the passion put to use in my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose with my lost saints." You are my soulmate, my forever love, and I vow to cherish and love you for all eternity.

With all my heart and soul,
Quackity