May 7, 2018
Carlos Anson
Washington
Dear Carlos,
I don't know how to start. I don't know what to say. I know I've hurt you, and this letter won't do that much, but I still want to apologize. I didn't mean to. I really love you. I really do. You know that, isn't it? It just hurts so much, darling. Just thinking about it makes my heart ache, but I have to do it. I had to do it.
We were very happy with each other. We were so happy with the present. We were indulged in the moment, but is it enough? Is love enough? It hurts so much when I see you... struggling just to catch up with me. I was terrified... that you had to wear that thing and pretend to be alright. Do you need to suffer alone? Oh! I feel so disgusted with myself. I feel so ashamed. Am I selfish? Do I only think of myself?
Darling, I know you will find a better woman. Please find a better woman. One that is willing to share the same pain. Forgive me, and I love you.
Sincerely Yours,
Grace Haworth
Dee's Note: I know you can't relate to this letter if you haven't read the story, Even Purple Hearts by Bienvenido Santos. This is a letter our teacher let us write for the guy in the story named Carlos Anson. Please check the story if you have some time. It's a great story.
