My love,
I wonder if ever the
day will come when these words might make sense to you once more. I
am sorry for what I’ve done – for what you and I have both
become. Though we could not be together, ust knowing you were near
was enough. And now, with Marco dead, I may yet find a way for us to
be joined again.
But do you even
remember me? Or were the wounds too grave? Do my words stir – if
not your memory, then your heart? It doesn’t matter what they say –
I know you’re still in there, somewhere.
I will find a way,
my love. To remind you. To restore you…
Love always,
Carlotta
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