Letters To My Betrothed

Not Dated*

I couldn't give you up. I just can't.

Mother told me to do something special for my future husband so I started writing love letters to you, hoping that one day we'll read it together. You will have a glimpse of how much I love you.

So, these past weeks, I tried hard to get your attention. I made you a handkerchief with your initials. I tried to bake your favorite cinnamon bread but nothing seems to click. You had enough. You cornered me one day and told me to stop doing what I'm doing. I was left speechless. I couldn't move. All I can to is to watch your eyes flashes a lot of emotions. Pity, annoyance and anger.

You said you're sorry that you couldn't keep your promise to my father, to me because you love another woman. That you're doing everything to break our betrothal. Do you know how much it hurts to hear that from you? It was like my heart was freshly pull out from my chest, crumpled and stomped in the ground.

There's a glimpse of pity crossed in your eyes as you saw my tears fall from my cheeks but you stood in your ground.

"I love her. I could give up my throne just to marry her. I am sorry I did not wait. I will accompany you to go back to England and negotiate with you father."

I did not say anything and just turned my back to you, turning my back from a broken dream with a bleeding heart.

I wanted to plead to you to give me a chance to make you happy.

I wanted to tell you I could give up everything for you too.

I wanted to tell you I've been loving you since I was 8.

I wanted to tell you so much but I know there's no sense.

You made your choice.

And it's not me.