If you are reading this paper, I am dead. As I write, I have mere hours to live. Only hours more to spend in this dark, closed room before I will feel the cold metal against my throat and the warm gush of blood that must follow. The date is set. My end awaits.
However cruel my fate will prove to be, I cannot deny the kindness in my executioners’ hearts. They have allowed me to write in my final hours, to bid farewell to my loved ones before I go. I have chosen you, my love, to speak to with my last breaths.
Do not be sad for my passing. Do not be trapped with what is bound to happen. You cannot change the past with sorrows, and they will do nothing good for the present. My heart aches with the thought of you unhappy, unhappy by what is my doing – I despair to imagine your pain. Please, grant me one final wish. Be happy. Swell not on what happens tonight – think only of all the happy times we’ve shared. We were in love, so in love. We gave each other so many beautiful memories. Do not let our wonderful joy be compromised by the ugly truth of death. Do not imagine a dull, unseeing look in my eyes – think instead of their sparkling blue laughter. Remember the warmth and softness of my hands in yours, rather than the icy cold grip of a corpse. Keep in mind not the still blue lips of my bloodless body, but the full, rosey lips that would only cease talking to smile with blessed life.
I can see your face in my mind. It is projected on the black, stone walls of my cell. I can see you. You are smiling – smiling with such joy! It delights my heart to see you so happy. Oh, your eyes – your beautiful blue eyes! You always could warm the most frigid room with just a twinkle of those eyes. I will miss your eyes, wherever I go in my death. I will miss your smile, I will miss your laugh. I will miss your jokes, and your lovely conversation. I will miss your terrible cooking and atrocious housekeeping. I will miss everything I’ve ever loved about you, and everything I’ve ever hated.
Ten years ago on Valentine’s Day, you gave me a rose. It had wilted after its time in the box, it was missing several petals, and dry patches were beginning to form. It was the most beautiful rose I’ve ever seen. I kept it on my nightstand for weeks, until there was nothing left but a stem. Ever since that Valentine’s Day, I’ve carried a petal from that rose in my locket. It has crumbled to dust by now, but it still keeps you near. I hold my locket, and I hold a piece of you. You shine like the brilliant planet Venus in this the nighttime of my life. If not for the thought of your, my soul should be swallowed by the depthless darkness of this horrid place. I love you.
Do not forget me. Do not forget who I am, do not forget what I was to you. I hope you will be happy, and I will be glad if you should find someone else to make you happy. But no matter what happens, keep me in my heart as you are forever kept in mine.
The call has sounded. My death awaits. Goodbye, my love.
However cruel my fate will prove to be, I cannot deny the kindness in my executioners’ hearts. They have allowed me to write in my final hours, to bid farewell to my loved ones before I go. I have chosen you, my love, to speak to with my last breaths.
Do not be sad for my passing. Do not be trapped with what is bound to happen. You cannot change the past with sorrows, and they will do nothing good for the present. My heart aches with the thought of you unhappy, unhappy by what is my doing – I despair to imagine your pain. Please, grant me one final wish. Be happy. Swell not on what happens tonight – think only of all the happy times we’ve shared. We were in love, so in love. We gave each other so many beautiful memories. Do not let our wonderful joy be compromised by the ugly truth of death. Do not imagine a dull, unseeing look in my eyes – think instead of their sparkling blue laughter. Remember the warmth and softness of my hands in yours, rather than the icy cold grip of a corpse. Keep in mind not the still blue lips of my bloodless body, but the full, rosey lips that would only cease talking to smile with blessed life.
I can see your face in my mind. It is projected on the black, stone walls of my cell. I can see you. You are smiling – smiling with such joy! It delights my heart to see you so happy. Oh, your eyes – your beautiful blue eyes! You always could warm the most frigid room with just a twinkle of those eyes. I will miss your eyes, wherever I go in my death. I will miss your smile, I will miss your laugh. I will miss your jokes, and your lovely conversation. I will miss your terrible cooking and atrocious housekeeping. I will miss everything I’ve ever loved about you, and everything I’ve ever hated.
Ten years ago on Valentine’s Day, you gave me a rose. It had wilted after its time in the box, it was missing several petals, and dry patches were beginning to form. It was the most beautiful rose I’ve ever seen. I kept it on my nightstand for weeks, until there was nothing left but a stem. Ever since that Valentine’s Day, I’ve carried a petal from that rose in my locket. It has crumbled to dust by now, but it still keeps you near. I hold my locket, and I hold a piece of you. You shine like the brilliant planet Venus in this the nighttime of my life. If not for the thought of your, my soul should be swallowed by the depthless darkness of this horrid place. I love you.
Do not forget me. Do not forget who I am, do not forget what I was to you. I hope you will be happy, and I will be glad if you should find someone else to make you happy. But no matter what happens, keep me in my heart as you are forever kept in mine.
The call has sounded. My death awaits. Goodbye, my love.
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