she reads:
My dearest,
if ever a man felt his spirit dissolve and meld into another's, it was when with you. why that should be so, i dare not say. this affair we have begun is disastrous for more reasons than i can even begin to emunerate. you have an entire life ahead, which i know that i have damaged irreparably. forgive me. maybe. do not forgive me. i cannot ask for forgiveness for that which i does not regret. and i cannot, as a man and as a lover, regret those precious moments i have been allowed to spend with you...
she drops the pages of the letter onto the floor. the rest was a total smudge. it must have been the heavy rain. she covers her face with the skirt of her dress. she releases her skirt. with an impatient tug, she unties her bonnet as she penned her reply...
and thinking, when will i ever be happy again...
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