Dear Emma,
Those two words “Dear Emma” take me away to another time, when we used to write to each other after my mom and dad died. I used to tell about my new friends and my new life, and you used to tell about the grand time my dad and mom were having in heaven.
The truth is nothing, what you believe to be truth is everything. And the main thing that I used to believe was that I would be with you forever. Forever…
The reason it’s taken me so long to write to you is that I’ve seen that I have been a fool. I spent my life fooling myself. Every letter I’ve ever written to you has been a love letter, how could they have been anything else? I can see now that all of them, except this one, were bad love letters, bad love letters beg for love back, good love letters ask for nothing. This, I’m pleased to announce, is my first good love letter to you. Because there is nothing more to you to do, you’ve already done everything. I have enough of you in my head to last forever.
So please, don’t have to worry about me, I’m ‘peachy’, I really am. I have everything. If I had one wish, it would be that your life brings to you a taste of happiness you have brought to me. That you could feel what it’s like to love.
Your friend forever, Will.
