I shouldn't I know, I know, but this hit me while I was waiting for statistics to start so I just had to get it down.

I thought that I would do a series of letters pertaining to a country. They would be written from both the country's perspective and the readers. Maybe I'll elaborate on a few to make them longer than just a one shot.

Hope you like them!

Now, the premier.

My Dearest Love,

We have spent many days and nights together and during that time you have opened my heart. There are no words to describe my love for you, for as you know love cannot be pinned down by mere words.

You have taught me new things, leading me with the fluttering touch of your hand. You never once raised your voice when frustrated at my downfalls and never have you raised your hand against me.

When we would go out, you only had eyes for me. I was yours and only yours. I gladly give everything up for you for my life is empty without you.

As I stare into the sky I can't help but notice the semblance it shares with your eyes. Just thinking about your smile fills me with a burning that only you can extinguish.

But, like the warm breath of summer, all good must come to an end.

So, as my remorse filled tears splatter onto the page I ask you how this came to be. Why? Why did you do this to us?

I once turned a blind eye but now I simply cannot anymore. I know how you are and my love will foolishly accept you for who you are but I will not live in this pain any longer.

If you did not truly want this then why did you give me these rings veiled with what I see now is an empty promise.

Though I leave you with these sorrow filled bands know that I will always love you though I am just being a hopeless fool.

Love,

[Name]

Francis stared down at the pristine white page. It suddenly reminded him of her wedding dress that he once laid eyes upon. The only blemishes on the page were the salty stains and the crinkles made by his clenched hands. He reread the letter, once, twice, before his creamy hands began to tremble.

He didn't know what to feel as he placed the page down and began to roll the now dull rings over his palm. His latest adventure stood out on his neck, red and purple blotches on his delicate skin. They burnt like a branding iron marking him of his sin and reminding him of the reason he lost his most precious treasure.

All those years spent together seemed like the most minuscule amount of time allotted to him. But the vacant feel of the house barred down on him. The silence felt like a dream. He would surely awaken though, and you would be there to greet him with open arms.

Yes, this was all a dream.

So short, I know, but it's suppose to be. The next one will be longer, more of a story.

Thank you for reading!

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