A/N: Just a short something I thought of while watching BBM for the second time. Please review! I do hope you like it.
DISCLAIMER: Ennis and Jack belong to Annie Proulx.
Jack,
It was my little girl's wedding today. She looked so goddam beautiful in her white dress… This old cowboy damn near started to tear up. You probably wouldn't understand. You never had a daughter.
Her new husband, Kurt, reminds me a lot of you. Same eyes. Same build. Same unshakable spirit. He seems like a nice enough fellow. Seems my Junior has good taste.
Why the hell am I writing to you anyway? It's not like you'll respond. Mail doesn't much come around your parts, does it?
You used to joke that I wasn't much for talking. You joked like it was nothing, yet looking back I can remember the hurt in those eyes of yours whenever I'd stay silent, or worse, mumble some short, evasive shit. I never opened up; I never said a goddam thing that was ever worth the use of your ears. And it hurts so much, thinking about all I could of said when I had the chance. And now I don't. God does it hurt…
I've learned my lesson a bit too late… Hindsight sure is a bitch, isn't it?
So I'm writing you this letter in the vain hope that somehow you'll find it.
And maybe, just maybe… you'll find the spirit to forgive me.
Cause I can't hardly forgive myself.
Ennis
FIN