There are so many things left to tell him, so many ways to remind him, so many ways to fall for him, and so many ways to fix him, and yet, there are so many oceans between them.
So many days have torn her, so many hardships have cursed her, so many loves have left her, so many friends have failed her, but he has always loved her.
This is a collection of letters, these letters are heartfelt, more than they are written by Darcy, they are written by me, the author, this is raw emotion, my friends, this is feeling.
I dedicate Wondering And Wandering to all those who have suffered loss, then found themselves wondering and wandering. "Not all those who wander are lost," but we often wish we were.