A Bit Too Late

For Valentines Day

 To you,

    You're beautiful. Did you know that, love? Beautiful like the sun reflecting off of the clear blue sea. You're beautiful and I love you and if I could I would go back in time and tell you this everyday for as long as I knew you and I love you.

    I know this is rushed love, but I'm afraid I don't have much time; though all the time in the world isn't enough when I'm with you, love. I know that most people would be writing a will or calling for help in my situation, but I need to tell you this love, so please read it?

    Remember when we first met love? You were so young and innocent then; the world was your playground and everyone was friends and you had no idea love, you had no idea. Then I came along and flipped your world upside down, you remember that love? I showed you a world that you had never seen, gave you your first taste of freedom and you were hooked love, you were hooked.

    You still had your morals though love, and you wouldn't let me win without a fight. Everyday you bombarded me with insults and critizism, trying your best to scare me away. But I could see through your facade love, you wanted me to stay, and so I did. Even though I lived so far from you love, I walked the distance all the same; knowing that you would be there waiting for me.  


     Please excuse my writing love, for I know it is growing messy. My hands are shaking and my chest is heaving but the air that it craves is not coming love, it's not coming. I fear my time is growing thin love, but I have not yet said what it is that I must say, so please bear with me.


     Remember when you almost lost me love? Do you remember that? I was trying to catch your hat love, that lovely blue one that you always wear. The wind was in a playful mood that day love, and as you were waving to me from across the street, it stole your hat right away, love. It stole it right away.

     So I ran after it love, do you remember that? I went flying after it, intent on ending the wind's little game. However, so focussed was I on the wind and the hat, that I did not notice the car heading strait for me.

     It must have been you who saved me love, for the last thing I remembered was your voice, calling to me from the sleep that I had fallen into. I remembered nothing of the accident, though you assured me that it had been horrible. The driver had not seen me love, so intent was he on his cellular conversation. He simply ploughed right into me love, and I was sent soaring.

     That was the last time you let me walk to your house love, as was it the last time your wore your hat. Such terrible memories it held for you love, though I assure you that the pain was nothing I couldn't bear. Still, after that day you would drive to my house love, for you wouldn't risk losing me agin. I miss those walks love; I would love to walk with you one more time before this is over.


    Today is Valentines Day; did you know that love? I was on my was over to you love, with a Valentine dinner under my arm. I suppose the dinner is ruined now, as I will certainly not be arriving at your house in time for supper. Still, there may be hope for the flowers, and the surprise that I meant to give you after supper love, though I suppose now I will not get the chance.

    Please don't think me foolish love, though I really should have learned the first time. You see love, I was crossing the street to your house, the very one where you lost your hat I might add. I know I should have taken a bus or street car as you told me love, but the street cars were closed for the night and the bus would not arrive on time so I ignored your advice and walked.

    Please forgive me love. I know naught of what I was thinking at the time, ignoring you like that, but I am regretting it now as my life flows freely from the wounds on my body, staining the pavement red.

    I believe the driver was drunk love, after all; what kind of a person would hit another with his car and drive away? He must have been, for then I can rest with the knowledge that he will soon be caught. It must be incredibly hard to drive drunk love, but I would not know, as I do not have a car, and I don't drink.

    Rest... That would be lovely right now, I think. My body is cold and heavy and all I would like to do is sleep love, all I want is sleep. But I musn't love, I cannot, for I must finish this letter and make sure you get it, because I need you to read it love. I need you to read it.

    I need you to know that living without you would be like living without breathing love; it's just not possible. I need you to know that I love you with every fibre of my being, and though I have mere minutes left love, I will always love you.

    I need you to know that it was I that sent you those chocolates in the mail love; the ones with the fruity fillings that I know you adore. I need you to know that all those awful things I said to you all those years ago were false love, they were false. I have loved you from the moment I met you, and I know this sounds foolish, but it is true. I would spend forever and a day with you love, if only I could.

    I know it is a bit too late now love, I can feel myself slipping away; but I need you to find it love, I need you to know it's for you.

    Reach into the pocket of my jacket love, the one just above my heart. There, you will find a small box, wrapped in white paper with a small red bow. Inside the box love, you will find a ring.

    It's too late now love, but I will ask you all the same.


    Will you marry me?

Author's Note

Eh. Not sure if this even makes sense. Ah well. Trying out a new style; hope you guys like it! :) Please review, it helps a lot. :D

Reviews

[Millionth Muse]

Wow...amazingly heartfelt. Seriously, this was wrought with a lot of feeling, and even though I had a clue in the beginning what was coming (although in the beginning I imagined suicide), I was still rivetted to the page. Normally, the letter style and the repetition of the word "love" would have thrown me off, and it did a little at the start, but I got used to it; actually, I came to enjoy it by the end. This was really a good write.