A Heart Divided

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December 1st, 1825


Dear Dorothy,

I'm afraid I have done something wrong...

It hurts me to confess that I have fallen in love. But not just with Hans. I think I fell in love with William. I hope you won't judge me and that you understand. The guilt I feel is simply eating my heart out. It feels like he put some sort of a spell on me. His smile, his eyes, his voice even - everything about him has me in a chokehold. I have never experienced something like this - not with Hans however. 

I know how terrible this may sound. But I just have to tell you, what exactly had happened that night we met. As we were dancing, he found a ring on the floor - the one you lost earlier that night, yet we didn't know it was yours at the time - he got on one knee, took my right hand, looked me deep in the eyes, put the ring on my finger and smiled.  So innocently - like a child that had done something forbidden and trying to hide the secret from their parents. A magical smile. I simply cannot stop thinking about it. I have to say though that it was a joke, he didn't actually propose, of course. 

It is a fact, though, that we weren't made for each other. I'm engaged and so is he, just not to each other. It we were meant to be, we would have been by now. Clearly we weren't, nor ever will be.

I didn't tell you this immediately because I feel very guilty because of the way I feel towards him.

I will try to forget about all this. I have to. 

Love, 

Lotte

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