mmaria
09-30-2008, 05:33 PM
I am writing this letter, although I very well know that you are not going to read it, because, as soon as you understand who is it from, you will tell to yourself that it is worthless and not interesting. You will throw the letter into the fireplace, not even watching it burn, and even, if watching it burn, you will not think about the one who has written it, but you will stretch your body feeling bored, yawn and lie down on a coach with a glass of good wine and a good book in your hands. Or, you will run out of your castle, jump up on the back of your best and wildest horse, and galloping visit your entire enormously big estate. Maybe you will quickly make love to some of your girl servants by the way, just to pass the time. Then, you will go to your neighbour's and court his youngest daugter, who has just come out of her childhood age, for whom you have already bought an engagment ring, and to whom you are going to be married next summer, when she becomes adult.
I will watch everything you are doing, from my window and accidentaly prick my finger with the needle I am embroidering with, but it will not hurt me. The painful prick will be the one when you go to bed with your beautiful young wife on your first wedding night...
Yes, I know, you are not going to read this letter, but had you read it, you would have discovered the thing you have already had, the thing that I repeat in every single letter I write to you, the thing expressed by three words only: "I love you..."
I will watch everything you are doing, from my window and accidentaly prick my finger with the needle I am embroidering with, but it will not hurt me. The painful prick will be the one when you go to bed with your beautiful young wife on your first wedding night...
Yes, I know, you are not going to read this letter, but had you read it, you would have discovered the thing you have already had, the thing that I repeat in every single letter I write to you, the thing expressed by three words only: "I love you..."