Okay, short letter I wrote in a slightly feverish state. I don't own Torchwood, just like to play with the characters.
I used this website:. for inspirational love letters.
One is from Rupert Brooke, the other from Woodrow Wilson. Beautiful, aren't they?
Also I read Luna-is-Loony 's "Running Away" story for about the 10th time before writing this. I suggest you read all her stories, she's fab!
My dearest Jack,
Please come back to me. Everyday seems so different without you. I'm not sure how I lived without you at first.
I shudder to think of you, out in the world somewhere. You could be anywhere in the whole of time and space, and not with me. I cannot even imagine where you are now.
I think of you every day, and wonder do you think of me?
It has been a long two months, and 15 days since you left to go with the Doctor. I guess he imagined he needed you more than I do. It's not true. I need you to live, to breathe. You are my one, and only love.
"I have a thousand images of you in an hour; all different and all coming back to the same... And we love."
Rupert Brooke wrote that Jack. Isn't it perfect? Doesn't it just capture exactly our love together.
I have so many questions. When are you coming back? Some would begin to worry you were never coming back, but I have faith. I know you will never leave me. Some have faith in a God, but I need no divine presence. I have you.
Please come back to me.
You mean the world to me Jack. I don't want to inflate your ego anymore love, but it's true. Words cannot express my feelings for you, so I shall use another man's.
"I do not know how to express or analyze the conflicting emotions that have surged like a storm through my heart all night long. I only know that first and foremost in all my thoughts has been the glorious confirmation you gave me last night - without effort, unconsciously, as of course - of all I have ever thought of your mind and heart.
You have the greatest soul, the noblest nature, the sweetest, most loving heart I have ever known, and my love, my reverence, my admiration for you, you have increased in one evening as I should have thought only a lifetime of intimate, loving association could have increased them.
You are more wonderful and lovely in my eyes than you ever were before; and my pride and joy and gratitude that you should love me with such a perfect love are beyond all expression, except in some great poem which I cannot write."
The words of Woodrow Wilson, talking to his beau. Beautiful, isn't it?
Now, my own words Jack. Something simple, for me and you.
I love you past, present and future.
The love of my live.
Forever yours, forever mine, forever ours.
Everlasting love, Ianto.
If you read it, review it! It's only polite!
Love you all, Belle.
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