Final Note

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June 30th, 1827

Dear William,

I recently found out that my last letter to you probably didn't reach you because you left the town on the very day I was writing it to you. Even though the chances of this letter reaching you are minuscule, I am still goint to write it to you in hope you'll find it someday.

Thank you for making my life worth something. You made me feel like this world wasn't so monotone and boring. You really made everything seem beautiful and life worth living. 

At my worst you've helped me get out of bed, dress up and leave my house in hope that I'll run into you. Even on rainy days, your smile made my soul warm up like the Sun itself. 

Trust me, there are no words to describe how overjoyed I was anytime I had a chance to spend even a brief moment with you. I would have to make up words, but I'm afraid you left me speechless just thinking about you.

Even on the days I felt like I hated you and blamed you for all the pain I felt in those moments I was still yearning for your presence, because, even though the butterflies I felt were like a storm in my stomach, I loved those storms because I felt complete and it made me calm. 

And it aches me to even think about the days that are coming, mon cher, because I know you won't be in them. The darkness is swallowing me up but I'm hoping it'll help me sleep so that at least in my dreams we're together.

I won't be able to hug you or kiss you, nor will I be able to stare deeply into the dark sky your eyes represented but I'm hoping you'll find someone who'll do it instead of me, and that I'll find someone who'll be there when you are not. But I know he could never replace you. 

I hope you find love and peace you were searching for because I think you deserve them more than anyone in the world.

I wish I was sure of the possibility of next lives, so we can be together in at least on of them. Because I feel we would.

I will never forget you and I hope you'll never forget me as well.

Je t'aime, mon amour.

Au revoir.

Love,

Lotte



La fin.

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