I probably know what you must think of me now, but before I depart I must leave with my final act III which may or may not change your mind………
Prologue
For the sake of this revelation I’ll call myself X and her Y. In this letter of mine you will really be showed a concept of what “true love” is. I will not attempt to explain it to you but leave it to your own conclusion of what you think is best.
Act I
Y is what you would generally call the “girl of your dreams”. It first started when I asked her out. Finally shedding my inhibitions, I managed to ask gorgeous pretty Y after a long time. Her reaction…..well…….. a pleased smile, that nodding yes, and of course the eyes that ask “Why dint you think of this before?” Our fears really aren’t that bad as they always seem to be.
Life was never the same on that day………….
Act II
Ever heard of the butterfly effect? What it simply means is that seemingly small things can have big results and consequences. Don’t disbelieve this.
It was dinner I had asked her out to, and it didn’t come cheap. One meal with her witnessed a whole months saving of my pocket money go down our stomachs. Maybe not whole, but almost all of it ,which in fact, was nothing compared to what I had just gained.
When we stepped out of the restaurant, was when the butterfly began to flap its wings.
Knowing it might rain that day we had carried our umbrellas. While we waited at the bus stop to go back home, a man apparently in a big rush knocked Y’s arm immediately causing her umbrella to fall on the road. In her hurry to retrieve it she was oblivious to a speeding car with a supposedly drunk driver, seconds away from ending her life. Seconds, in which I could have saved her by risking my own. After all wasn’t she “the girl of my dreams?”
I looked on as the car put an end to our still incomplete story. I don’t know what I did was right or not, I was just protecting myself at the end of the day I guess.
I probably know what you must think of me now, but before I depart I must leave with my final act III which may or may not change your mind of what I am, or, what true love is………
Act III
If anyone ever said I never liked her I could probably rip their heart apart, but still would be haunted and made feel guilty about that night’s incident.
So with this final demonstration of words I will prove that I was always true.
I always loved Y. After having finished reading this letter you won’t hear of me anymore, because I’m going home-where the heart is. And my heart will always and always be with her.
(The night of the tragic incident of his beloved’s death, X was found dead in his home. The autopsy revealed he died in his sleep. A sleep that was induced by consuming one hundred and thirteen sleeping pills.)

