My dearest Will,
Do you remember when we first met? I was seventeen and you, nearing twenty four. That was nearly seven years between us. We knew how it looked to the world, the sneers, the pathetic sniffs of my mother at the decision I had made to be with you. We were wrapped up in each other but we could see exactly what people thought of us, we could feel the venom surging from my mother’s eyes as she looked on at our ‘failing reputation’. To her, how I was perceived in society was everything, Will, you knew that. She once told me that if I didn’t leave you that she would discard me as her daughter. The disgust that framed, almost glowed in every neighbour as they walked by me killed my mother. She wanted what was best for me but she didn’t know, that what was best for me, was you. To the world you were the inconsiderate one; you were the one that should have known better. I was the young foolish girl caught up in her own little fairy-tale. I was too young to know what I wanted, to amateur to be making my own decisions.
It was all so complicated when I was alone with my thoughts. I would tell myself that my mother was right; I was being ridiculous wasting your time and of course, mine. But when you came home each night Will, I’d take back, in my mind of course, everything I’d thought about you earlier as soon as you pressed your lips against mine. When you scooped me up into your arms and whirled me around the little box room, laughing like a boy, I would almost cry at the thought of being without you. Will, you were everything to me. We proved that love can overpower anything, what we had was enough to fight off all those daggers of hate.
Before a year had passed I was falling harder than ever for you. I had lost my mother’s love and my sister’s friendship, the only thing I had left, was you. I can’t say I didn’t miss them, every time I stood at the huge, black, gates that framed my home, pain and loneliness would surge through me like an overdose of drugs, pulsating within me, slowly choking my heart. However, the love that I felt for you could overcome my childish fears of being without my flesh and blood. Somehow, what we had was different. When we were apart; we weren’t- there was some sort of chain always linking us together no matter where we were. Thinking about it, I’m not sure whether I ever thought about where we were going, what this relationship meant to me. I guess I just imagined everything staying the way it was so maybe, that was the reason why what happened next, happened next.
You took me out for a meal and when desert finally arrived, it was accompanied by a glass of shimmering champagne. There was a tiny, cream bag attached to the slender glass with glittering jewels dangling from the fastenings. Inside the little bag was a ring worth a lot more than your wages. It sat on a crisp velvet cushion, sparkling in the light of the tiny flame from the candle perched on our table. I knew exactly what it was but I waited for what would happen next. You didn’t get down on one knee, you simply took my hand and whispered; “How would you like to be called Mrs Lyons?” You know what happened next, so there’s no need for me to re-illustrate a moment that I regret with all my heart. I’m not sure what made me run from that cosy little table, I’m honestly not sure but Will, I’m sorry.
I never meant to hurt you and that is, exactly what I did and what I’m doing. I’m pathetic; I know and I wish I wasn’t but Will, I’m only nineteen. I’ve got a lot of living left to do, a lot of things I want to experience, places I want to see. When you asked me to marry you, my heart was beating so hard, I thought it might jump out of chest. I guess that was love for you. I wanted to throw myself at you and mumble yes a million times between kisses. But in that awkward silence that followed, I was thinking it all through. I’m not ready for all that marriage entails. And as I let my mind run crazy I felt a lot of things. I felt like I’d let you down as a wife, I barely know how to fry an egg, never mind cook a dinner. I thought of all the responsibilities I would have, I know nothing about mortgages and saving money. I couldn’t handle being a mother, I’m still a child myself and childbirth is still something I fear. I was terrified Will, as I looked into your eyes. I was afraid that if I said yes, that I’d let you down. That I’d disappoint you. I didn’t know what to do next, what to say, so I decided that the best thing to do was, not to answer at all. I ran. I was inconsiderate to lead you on the way I did, to make you believe I was ready. It was never my intention because what we had, was love in its truest forms and I don’t want to give it up. I honestly don’t.
You know how much I love you Will, you know that every second that I’m with you, I feel alive. I’ve realised that love isn’t what you see in Movies. Love is coming home to someone that knows you inside out. Love is feeling so connected to someone that whenever you’re apart you’re together. Love is making two people one. Love is what we have Will, Love explains us completely. We are; love.
Will we were felicific. I’ll always remember what we had, all that we shared but for now, you’re better off without me. If I stay I’ll only pull you back, stop you from getting what you want. So I guess it’s better that we part and find out who we are and what we want but Will- if in a couple of years I’ve done all my growing up, that I’m ready to give you all that you deserve and of course if you’ll still have me, then with no hesitations I will marry you in a second. I love you and I always will. Always.
I’m bringing back too many memories, it’s getting harder to say goodbye.
Is this how it’s supposed to be? When you do the right thing Will, shouldn’t you have some sort of feeling to let you know it’s right? I told myself that goodbye was the only way, that if I loved you I should do the right thing. But why then, does right feel so wrong? You are the only one for me Will and I know I’ll regret this, but for now, even though I feel as though I’ll never be whole again, I have to go because if I stay, we’ll ruin all the chances we might have had. Because our love means so much, it’s what’s helping me to help you. But hell Will, I’m not as brave as I’m acting. I want to curl up in a ball and cry. I have to be strong. I have to.
I’m sorry and sorry is what I’ll be forever. So Will, if I never hold you again, never kiss you again, then let me tell you this; There will only ever be one you.
One more thing, after all I’ve said about love, sometimes love can be the power behind making you do the right thing. I love you so much Will, you know that, so I won’ t let you miss out on having someone who can be everything I can’t. One thing I’ve learned; Love is something special, you’ve got to hold on to it when you get it. You taught me that; it’s something I’ll never forget. I know I didn't but it's in your best interests Will.
I love you,
Rochelle.
This story was very moving. It really grabbed my heart and made me cry. You're a great writer. There's not a thing that I don't like. The concept of the letter is brilliant, organzied and beautiful. The topic is very relateable. It made me think of my boyfriend, who I am currently in a fight with and there are things I need to tell him that I haven't told him yet. Your story was my epiphany.
I would love to see what Will's reaction was, so will this be continuing?
Hey Kagi! I'm going through and reviewing the entries from the Capture That Emotion contest -- I'm sorry it's taken so long!
All right, so for starters I think you had a good concept here; you know I love tragic romances, and this one was in that same bittersweet, regretful category. So, already you get points for a good storyline!
Now, the narrative seemed a bit odd...I mean, I understand that you're wanting to make her emotion as raw as possible and give the reader a really good idea of how she's feeling, and just make it feel more personal, but I find it odd that she'd write a letter to him and tell him everything about their past and their relationship. He already knows everything that's happened, since he was there in the first place, so it seems kind of pointless to be reliving those events. Obviously you've got to clue the reader in on what's happened thus far, but I feel like there's a better way of going about this...maybe making part of it more of an introspective, reminiscing narrative and finishing off with a letter she's written to him.
Also, I'm not sure what the point of her writing the letter is, unless she's going to send it to him? In which case, again, it all seems a bit melodramatic and unrealistic, just from the point that she's giving a whole bunch of backstory and explaining her feelings for him and saying why she must never see him again.
The last thing we looked at was grammar and spelling, and there seemed to be a bunch of misplaced commas and semi-colons and such, resulting in a read that wasn't quite as easy on the eyes as it could have been. I'd keep a watch out for the use of commas and whatnot, just to make sure you're using proper punctuation.
All right! So that's all I've got to say -- I did enjoy your piece, and I thank you for entering! Let me know if you've got any questions or whatnot.
Cheers!
~Hawk
Hello there 
I'll get through the nitpicks, then go onto a general impression for you.
My dearest Will,
Do you remember when we first met? I was seventeen and you, nearing twenty four. That was nearly seven years between us. We knew how it looked to the world, the sneers, the pathetic sniffs #FF4000 ">from #FF4000 ">(the term "of my mother" doesn't really flow well with the sentence you are trying to configure, so this is a suggestion change.)my mother at the decision I had made to be with you. We were wrapped up in each other#FF4000 ">, but we could see exactly what people thought of us, we could feel the venom surging from my mother’s eyes as she looked on at our ‘failing reputation’. To her, how I was perceived in society was everything, Will, you knew that. She once told me that if I didn’t leave you that she would discard me as her daughter. The disgust that framed, almost glowed in every neighbour as they walked by me killed my mother. She wanted what was best for me but she didn’t know, that what was best for me, was you. To the world you were the inconsiderate one; you were the one that should have known better. I was the young foolish girl caught up in her own little fairy-tale. I was too young to know what I wanted, #FF4000 ">too #FF0000 ">immature to be making my own decisions.
It was all so complicated when I was alone with my thoughts. I would tell myself that my mother was right; I was being ridiculous wasting your time and#FF0000 ">, of course, mine. But when you came home each night#FF4000 ">, Will, I’d take back, in my mind of course, everything I’d thought about you earlier as soon as you pressed your lips against mine. When you scooped me up into your arms and whirled me around the little box room, laughing like a boy, #FF4000 ">and (the 'and' should show that you are continuing the sentence.) I would almost cry at the thought of being without you. Will, you were everything to me. We proved that love can overpower anything, what we had was enough to fight off all those daggers of hate. #40BF00 ">(Great expression here!)
Before a year had passed#FF4000 ">, I was falling harder than ever for you. I had lost my mother’s love and my sister’s friendship#FF4000 ">. #FF4000 ">The only thing I had left was you. I can’t say I didn’t miss them, every time I stood at the huge, black, gates that framed my home, pain and loneliness would surge through me like an overdose of drugs, pulsating within me, slowly choking my heart. However, the love that I felt for you could overcome my childish fears of being without my flesh and blood. Somehow, what we had was different. When we were apart; we weren’t- there was some sort of chain always linking us together no matter where we were. Thinking about it, I’m not sure whether I ever thought about where we were going, what this relationship meant to me. I guess I just imagined everything staying the way it was so maybe, that was the reason why what happened next, happened #FF4000 ">next (this seems repetitive, and it doesn't seem like it is very needed here.).
You took me out for a meal and when desert finally arrived, it was accompanied by a glass of shimmering champagne. There was a tiny, cream bag attached to the slender glass with glittering jewels dangling from the fastenings. Inside the little bag was a ring worth a lot more than your wages. It sat on a crisp velvet cushion, sparkling in the light of the tiny flame from the candle perched on our table. I knew exactly what it was but I waited for what would happen next. You didn’t get down on one knee, you simply took my hand and whispered; “How would you like to be called Mrs Lyons?” You know what happened next, so there’s no need for me to re-illustrate a moment that I regret with all my heart. I’m not sure what made me run from that cosy little table, I’m honestly not sure but Will, I’m sorry.
I never meant to hurt you and that is, exactly what I did and what I’m doing. I’m pathetic; I know and I wish I wasn’t but Will, I’m only nineteen. I’ve got a lot of living left to do, a lot of things I want to experience, places I want to see. When you asked me to marry you, my heart was beating so hard, I thought it might jump out of chest. I guess that was love for you. I wanted to throw myself at you and mumble yes a million times between kisses. But in that awkward silence that followed, I was thinking it all through. I’m not ready for all that marriage entails. And as I let my mind run crazy I felt a lot of things. I felt like I’d let you down as a wife, I barely know how to fry an egg, never mind cook a dinner. I thought of all the responsibilities I would have, I know nothing about mortgages and saving money. I couldn’t handle being a mother, I’m still a child myself and childbirth is still something I fear. I was terrified Will, as I looked into your eyes. I was afraid that if I said yes, that I’d let you down. That I’d disappoint you. I didn’t know what to do next, what to say, so I decided that the best thing to do was, not to answer at all. I ran. I was inconsiderate to lead you on the way I did, to make you believe I was ready. It was never my intention because what we had, was love in its truest forms and I don’t want to give it up. I honestly don’t.
You know how much I love you Will, you know that every second that I’m with you, I feel alive. I’ve realised that love isn’t what you see in Movies. Love is coming home to someone that knows you inside out. Love is feeling so connected to someone that whenever you’re apart you’re together. Love is making two people one. Love is what we have Will, Love explains us completely. We are; love.
Will#FF4000 ">, we were felicific. I’ll always remember what we had, all that we shared but for now, you’re better off without me. If I stay I’ll only pull you back, stop you from getting what you want. So I guess it’s better that we part and find out who we are and what we want but Will- if in a couple of years I’ve done all my growing up, that I’m ready to give you all that you deserve and of course if you’ll still have me, then with no hesitations I will marry you in a second. I love you and I always will. Always.
I’m bringing back too many memories, it’s getting harder to say goodbye.
Is this how it’s supposed to be? When you do the right thing Will, shouldn’t you have some sort of feeling to let you know it’s right? I told myself that goodbye was the only way, that if I loved you I should do the right thing. But why then, does right feel so wrong? You are the only one for me#FF4000 ">, Will#FF4000 ">, and I know I’ll regret this, but#FF4000 ">, for now, even though I feel as though I’ll never be whole again, I have to go because if I stay, we’ll ruin all the chances we might have had. Because our love means so much, it’s what’s helping me to help you. But#FF4000 ">, hell#FF4000 ">, Will, I’m not as brave as I’m acting. I want to curl up in a ball and cry. I have to be strong. I have to.
I’m sorry and sorry is what I’ll be forever. So Will, if I never hold you again, never kiss you again, then let me tell you this; There will only ever be one you.
One more thing, after all I’ve said about love, sometimes love can be the power behind making you do the right thing. I love you so much Will, you know that, so I won’t let you miss out on having someone who can be everything I can’t. One thing I’ve learned; Love is something special, you’ve got to hold on to it when you get it. You taught me that; it’s something I’ll never forget. I know I didn't but it's in your best interests#FF4000 ">, Will.
I love you,
Rochelle.
Hello, Kagi! Finally!
The disgust that framed, almost glowed in every neighbour as they walked by me killed my mother.
She wanted what was best for me but she didn’t know, that what was best for me, was you.
But when you came home each night Will, I’d take back, in my mind of course, everything I’d thought about you earlier as soon as you pressed your lips against mine.
We proved that love can overpower anything, what we had was enough to fight off all those daggers of hate.
Before a year had passed I was falling harder than ever for you.
When we were apart; we weren’t- there was some sort of chain always linking us together no matter where we were.
I guess I just imagined everything staying the way it was so maybe, that was the reason why what happened next, happened next.
You took me out for a meal and when desert finally arrived
There was a tiny, cream bag
We are; love.
Will we were felicific.
Keep writing!
,Whoooaaah!! Incredibly A.W.E.S.O.M.E. !!!! 
Really, it was very interesting and i couldtn get my eyes off till i finished reading it! =.= You think you could kinda do a second part?? With will being the one to answer Rochelle this time!? I think it would be cool.
And i dint quite get this part:
Was she thrown out of her house??I can’t say I didn’t miss them, every time I stood at the huge, black, gates that framed my home, pain and loneliness
Alright, here to do a little reviewing per the request. I'll only quote small bits that I find important to point out.
The first paragraph is a good opener, but I have to agree with what Skins said; the age disparity between Rochelle and Will doesn't seem so great. At seventeen one is basically an adult, and it is legal (and not that uncommon) to enter it a relationship with an older person. But I won't go into too much detail as Skins already covered it. Something else I'd like to point out in that first paragraph is Rochelle's mother's attitude. She seems very, very posh. I thought at first she was the sort that liked to pretend she was upper class, but then the attitude of the neighbours seems to suggest that the neighbourhood was a posh, upper-class area. Which begs the question, why were they so disgusted by the relationship? Did he come from some sort of poor area? And even if, do people really behave that way in the 21st century? I know the disgust is there, but I didn't know it was expressed so very openly. Her mother threatened to disown her over a relationship? It couldn't be because of the age difference; a lot of rich people are fond of marrying people far younger or older than them (usually the stereotypical but frequently occurring female gold-digger or lecherous old man ) and it wouldn't be such strange behaviour in the neighbourhood. So maybe a bit of delving into Will's background could be done here to explain this better.
In relation to that, the opening greeting ("My dearest Will") seems very formal. Almost too formal, even. The letter has a formality which is strange, considering Rochelle is supposed to be very close to Will and vice-versa. It doesn't feel like they're close. I understand that if Rochelle is meant to be upper-class she might speak like this, but there's such a persistence to it seems odd. Spending time with him, and even being influenced by outside media like TV and music should have changed the formality with which she speaks, or at least given her the ability to adapt her speech to different situations.
Little Nitpicks
too amateur
You took me out for a meal and when dessert finally arrived,
my heart was beating so hard, I thought it might jump out of my chest.
every time I stood at the huge, black, gates that framed my home
I never meant to hurt you and that is, exactly what I did and what I’m doing.
so I decided that the best thing to do was, not to answer at all.
what we had, was love
I’ve realised that love isn’t what you see in Movies.
We are; love
). But I think you've got a really good chance of winning this competition, so good luck in that. Great job, and KEEP WRITING! And of course you can post on my wall or PM me if you have any questions. Hope this helped, Oh my! If powerful love what was you were aiming for you've reached your goal! This is so sweet, yet sad but beautiful! It's a little Romeo-and-Juliet feeling over it with the disapproving mother and all. I think you use great imagery and expresses the love this girl feel for Will (Love the name btw, it sounds like it fits in an old-fashioned romance-story!) I did find it a bit unsatisfying that we never found out why she left him, what was this "best interest" that she had in mind? I would've loved for her to, like Romeo and Juliet, disobey her mother and follow her heart instead of "his best interests"... Overall though I enjoyed the read and admire the love you've created! (One little, teeny nitpick though; Your wrote "twenty four" as two words... 
For the success in summoning emotions and feelings and epic romance I give you 4/5 neat little spiders
Good Luck & Keep Writing
// Demoness
'ERE I IZ. Hidere.
Like I told you I would, I shall review this! I have no idea if I'm too late though because today is the deadline... I think, anyway. Hopefully, you'll be able to edit before it's too late. That is if I have anything decent to critique though... I had, like, three hours sleep last night, so God knows what this review will end up like.
Overall, I think you have a nice little piece here, Kagi. I like the fact that instead of writing a classic story as such, you've written a letter, even if it does make it harder to critique... for me anyway. I've entered a contest with a letter before actually, so this reminded me of that, especially considering my entry was based around love too. Except for what Bhayden said about your commas and semi colons, your grammar here was pretty good too. Fix up a few of those bugs, and it'll be perfect.
The first thing I want to mention is more of a personal opinion kind of thing, so you can totally ignore this, if you want. I don't know if it's just me, but I don't find the age gap between Will and Rochelle that huge. When I think of it as seven years, it seems pretty big, but when I think of the ages 17 and 24, it doesn't seem so much of a big deal, and especially not when I think of the ages 19 and 26. This might be partly because my best friend's sister has an eight year age gap between her and her boyfriend (21 and 29), and they've been together for a while, so it's never struck me as odd.
If Rochelle was, like, something as ridiculous as 13 when she got with Will (he would have been 20), that would seem insanely OMGish. I doubt you'd want to do that though. To be honest, if you make it so that they get together when Rochelle is 16, I think it would actually seem quite a bit more shocking than 17 because 16 is the age where people tend to just start being considered more as adults, so it seems younger. If this was my story, I'd so have Rochelle be 15 at the start, but hey, that's me.
That's a really stupid nit-pick really, so you can honestly ignore it completely. I guess I like drama too much... I like shocking things, okay? >.<
Now that weird thing is over with, I'll try to say something that's actually useful. This is a little awkward because the reason behind it could partly have something to do with the fact this is a letter, but I did find that this was all a bit vague in places. For example, you tell us that people didn't approve, and you went into some detail about the mother, so that was good. Then you randomly mentioned something about a sister who didn't approve, but she hadn't been mentioned before, and she wasn't mentioned again.
I also find Will and Rochelle's relationship a bit vague. You don't really tell us much about it, and considering that's the backbone of this piece, it's obviously important. You mention how he used to spin her around as he laughed when she got home, but other than that, there's not a great deal of information about, well, the relationship they shared. You repeat how many people disapproved of it, and how Rochelle didn't care about them. At the end, you repeat how sorry she is a lot too, but there isn't a great deal of information about the relationship itself.
Because there is a 2000 word limit, I know it becomes harder to really expand on what you want to say, so that makes this critique all the more shabbier. If you can though, I'd definitely suggest really showing us Will and Rochelle's relationship. If you don't have enough space, you could maybe get rid of the repetitive parts. For example, cut down the areas where you mention how everyone disapproved of their relationship.
One last thing! I think you could cut some of your paragraphs in half in some places. There are a couple of rather large ones, which someone with an attention spam as little as mine struggles to stay focused with.
#00BFFF ">I never meant to hurt you and that is, exactly what I did and what I’m doing. I’m pathetic; I know and I wish I wasn’t but Will, I’m only nineteen. I’ve got a lot of living left to do, a lot of things I want to experience, places I want to see. When you asked me to marry you, my heart was beating so hard, I thought it might jump out of chest. I guess that was love for you. I wanted to throw myself at you and mumble yes a million times between kisses. But in that awkward silence that followed, I was thinking it all through.
#0080FF ">I’m not ready for all that marriage entails. And as I let my mind run crazy I felt a lot of things. I felt like I’d let you down as a wife, I barely know how to fry an egg, never mind cook a dinner. I thought of all the responsibilities I would have, I know nothing about mortgages and saving money. I couldn’t handle being a mother, I’m still a child myself and childbirth is still something I fear. #0000FF ">I was terrified Will, as I looked into your eyes. I was afraid that if I said yes, that I’d let you down. That I’d disappoint you. I didn’t know what to do next, what to say, so I decided that the best thing to do was, not to answer at all. I ran. I was inconsiderate to lead you on the way I did, to make you believe I was ready. It was never my intention because what we had, was love in its truest forms and I don’t want to give it up. I honestly don’t.
I love the concept of this piec. More over I love the piece! It was amazingly written and just beautiful. I felt as if i were hte one writing that letter...Great job!
But there is a few this I realized in this piece. You overuse the comma's way too much. You have them in places they don't need to be, and are missing them in places they're needed. Also the semi-colons need to be looked over where you have them. Someplace they don't make sense to be there at all and you need a different punctuation instead. I'll give some examples in the paragraphs with the commas and semi-colons
Kagi wrote:I was seventeen and you, nearing twenty four.
:Kagi wrote: When we were apart; we weren’t- there was some sort of chain always linking us together no matter where we were.
Kayla here let's do this!
My dearest Will,
Do you remember when we first met? I was seventeen and you, nearing twenty four. That was nearly seven years between us. We knew how it looked to the world, the sneers, the pathetic sniffs of my mother at the decision I had made to be with you.#FF0000 ">I'm already blown away. Your choice of words is amazing. Those first lines are usually the most important. You have caught the readers attention, for sure. We were wrapped up in each other but we could see exactly what people thought of us, we could feel the venom surging from my mother’s eyes as she looked on at our ‘failing reputation’. #FF0000 ">The line before, 'venom surging from my mother's eyes' that is an amazing illustration with words. I feel like I can see it.To her, how I was perceived in society was everything, Will, you knew that. She once told me that if I didn’t leave you that she would discard me as her daughter. The disgust that framed, almost glowed in every neighbour as they walked by#FF0000 "> I'm not sure what that meant, but that's the only problem I found.. She wanted what was best for me but she didn’t know, that what was best for me, was you. To the world you were the inconsiderate one; you were the one that should have known better. I was the young foolish girl caught up in her own little fairy-tale.#FF0000 ">This line is great, seldom do you see people admit to being foolish, even though it's a story, it really adds to the background. I was too young to know what I wanted, to amateur to be making my own decisions.me killed me mother
It was all so complicated when I was alone with my thoughts. I would tell myself that my mother was right; I was being ridiculous wasting your time and of course, mine. But when you came home each night Will, I’d take back, in my mind of course, everything I’d thought about you earlier as soon as you pressed your lips against mine.#FF0000 ">The line I quoted was great, even though there isn't a ton of description in this sentence it describs the scene perfect. Will, you were everything to me. We proved that love can overpower anything, what we had was enough to fight off all thoseWhen you scooped me up into your arms and whirled me around the little box room, laughing like a boy, I would almost cry at the thought of being without you.. #FF0000 ">I love that, it's really great.daggers of hate
Before a year had passed I was falling harder than ever for you. I had lost my mother’s love and my sister’s friendship, the only thing I had left, was you. I can’t say I didn’t miss them, every time I stood at the huge, black, gates that framed my home,#FF0000 ">I love that, the litterary illustration you have in that sentence is amazing.. However, the love that I felt for you could overcome my childish fears of being without my flesh and blood. Somehow, what we had was different.pain and loneliness would surge through me like an overdose of drugs, pulsating within me, slowly choking my heart#FF0000 ">That's great- there was some sort of chain always linking us together no matter where we were. Thinking about it, I’m not sure whether I ever thought about where we were going, what this relationship meant to me. I guess I just imagined everything staying the way it was so maybe, that was the reason why what happened next, happened next.When we were apart; we weren’t#FF0000 ">This whole thing really adds to the scene, it's like when you read this, you picture the girl writing the letter. When you add this it makes it seem like in her head she is having a flash back. She's remembering it, and you described it so vibrantly.You took me out for a meal and when desert finally arrived, it was accompanied by a glass of shimmering champagne. There was a tiny, cream bag attached to the slender glass with glittering jewels dangling from the fastenings. Inside the little bag was a ring worth a lot more than your wages. It sat on a crisp velvet cushion, sparkling in the light of the tiny flame from the candle perched on our table. I knew exactly what it was but I waited for what would happen next. You didn’t get down on one knee, you simply took my hand and whispered; “How would you like to be called Mrs Lyons?” You know what happened next, so there’s no need for me to re-illustrate a moment that I regret with all my heart. I’m not sure what made me run from that cosy little table, I’m honestly not sure but Will, I’m sorry.
I never meant to hurt you and that is, exactly what I did and what I’m doing. I’m pathetic; I know and I wish I wasn’t but Will, I’m only nineteen. I’ve got a lot of living left to do, a lot of things I want to experience, places I want to see. When you asked me to marry you, my heart was beating so hard, I thought it might jump out of chest. I guess that was love for you. I wanted to throw myself at you and mumble yes a million times between kisses. But in that awkward silence that followed, I was thinking it all through. I’m not ready for all that marriage entails. And as I let my mind run crazy I felt a lot of things.#FF0000 ">This line shows you the immaturity of the young girl, who seems very mature in writing this letter, I really like it. It made me smile. I thought of all the responsibilities I would have, I know nothing about mortgages and saving money.I felt like I’d let you down as a wife, I barely know how to fry an egg, never mind cook a dinner.#FF0000 ">I think this a great window into the character writing the letter.. I was terrified Will, as I looked into your eyes. I was afraid that if I said yes, that I’d let you down. That I’d disappoint you. I didn’t know what to do next, what to say, so I decided that the best thing to do was, not to answer at all. I ran. I was inconsiderate to lead you on the way I did, to make you believe I was ready. It was never my intention because what we had, was love in its truest forms and I don’t want to give it up. I honestly don’t.I couldn’t handle being a mother, I’m still a child myself and childbirth is still something I fear
You know how much I love you Will, you know that every second that I’m with you, I feel alive. I’ve realised that love isn’t what you see in Movies. Love is coming home to someone that knows you inside out. Love is feeling so connected to someone that whenever you’re apart you’re together. Love is making two people one. Love is what we have Will, Love explains us completely. We are; love.
Will we were felicific. I’ll always remember what we had, all that we shared but for now, you’re better off without me. If I stay I’ll only pull you back, stop you from getting what you want. So I guess it’s better that we part and find out who we are and what we want but Will- if in a couple of years I’ve done all my growing up, that I’m ready to give you all that you deserve and of course if you’ll still have me, then with no hesitations I will marry you in a second. I love you and I always will. Always.
I’m bringing back too many memories, it’s getting harder to say goodbye.
Is this how it’s supposed to be? When you do the right thing Will, shouldn’t you have some sort of feeling to let you know it’s right? I told myself that goodbye was the only way, that if I loved you I should do the right thing. But why then, does right feel so wrong? You are the only one for me Will and I know I’ll regret this, but for now, even though I feel as though I’ll never be whole again, I have to go because if I stay, we’ll ruin all the chances we might have had. Because our love means so much, it’s what’s helping me to help you. But hell Will, I’m not as brave as I’m acting. I want to curl up in a ball and cry. I have to be strong. I have to.
I’m sorry and sorry is what I’ll be forever. So Will, if I never hold you again, never kiss you again, then let me tell you this; There will only ever be one you.
One more thing, after all I’ve said about love, sometimes love can be the power behind making you do the right thing. I love you so much Will, you know that, so I won’ t let you miss out on having someone who can be everything I can’t. One thing I’ve learned; Love is something special, you’ve got to hold on to it when you get it. You taught me that; it’s something I’ll never forget. I know I didn't but it's in your best interests Will.
I love you,
Rochelle.
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