I often write while listening to music, and am inspired by it. The song I listened to this time was 'Heathcliff' by Ophelia's Looking Glass. I highly recommend it to any Wuthering Heights fan.
My Soul's Twin
Heathcliff - my Heathcliff,
I have nowhere to send this letter. You might be in India or China or America - you are gone from me now. I know you are living, for if you were dead I should feel it as I would feel the loss of an organ or a limb, yet I am not at all sure I will ever see you again. But I must talk to someone, and as Nelly will not do I will commit my feelings to paper and imagine that somehow this small epistle will find its way into your hands. I wonder, will it give you comfort, or will it cause you white-hot agony? Either outcome would please me. To know that you are feeling for me is enough.
Bastard! Deserter! Traitor to love! How dared you abandon me? You misunderstood me quite. Did you think that because we could never be man and wife I could not love you? How stupid you are, Heathcliff - how naive! I am sorry my words hurt you, but it is your own fault for acting as you did. If you had stayed but a moment you would have known how I care for you. Even now, when I have almost no hope of touching you again, I am part of you. Do you understand now? Will you ever forgive me? I have given my deepest self to you, my dear one, just as you gave yourself to me the first time we held hands. I hate you for leaving me, but I eternally worship you for existing.
There is more: I am to be married. He is a good man, Edgar Linton. Yes, he is the man upon whom I am to bestow my hand. The man you despise above all others is the one with whom I am to share marital affection in all its forms. His hands will touch me as yours never did, and yet his touch does not bring me alive. I don't hear the wild wind singing when he runs his fingers through my hair. I don't taste the sweet earth when he kisses me. My soul's twin, I will think of you on my wedding night. One day our spirits will haunt the moors around the Heights, and blessed, cold death will unite what hot life and savage devotion could not. We will be together, my wild one.
And now I forgive you. I forgive it all. I feel charitable just now. Nelly would commend me soundly, but that it is towards you, the villain, that all my good feelings are inclined. No one knows you as I do, no one can, just as no one but you will ever understand me. We are one in all but body, and cannot be divided.
I know I will have a worthy life with Edgar: he adores me (but not as you do), and will make me happy (but not as you did). But heaven help him if ever I see your face again; any affection I may have mustered for him will be eclipsed entirely. I love you, my other heart. I love you with my whole being, and I will never cease, even when I cease to breathe.
Farewell, Heathcliff, but never good-bye. Your Cathy is with you always.