- Lemony Snicket to Beatrice Baudelaire.
Darling, dearest, dead.
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My love for you shall live forever. You, however, did not.
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I would much prefer it if you were alive and well.
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My love flew like a butterfly
Until death swooped down like a bat
As the poet Emma Montana McElroy said:
“That’s the end of that.”
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You will always be in my heart,
In my mind,
And in your grave.
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When we met my life began.
Soon afterward, yours ended.
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When we were together I felt breathless.
Now you are.
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Summer without you is as cold as winter.
Winter without you is even colder.
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Our love broke my heart,
and stopped yours.
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When we first met, you were pretty, and I was lonely.
Now I am pretty lonely.
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Dead women tell no tales.
Sad men write them down.
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No one could extinguish my love,
or your house.
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I cherished, you perished.
The world’s been nightmarished.
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We are like boats passing in the night
particularly you.
– Lemony Snicket
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My Husband's Ghost
FanfictionTwo lovers separated by a tragedy and brought back together by love. He died for her, not because of who she was but because of who she was to him. And now he's still in her life, by her side, not as the man she once loved.. but as the ghost of that...
