I was looking through old notebooks and found this depressing little gem *sarcasm* and decided to post it because what the heck. It's really sad, heaven knows why I wrote this... but anyways, here you go! Please review, they're very helpful!

My dear Erik,

You have helped me embark on a journey that I had never imagined would ever happen to me. Filled with pleasure and pain, joys and sorrows, I look back on this life, I know how lucky I was, despite what anyone might say, to have you, my angel, embark on this journey with me.

What started as a little girl praying for her angel because of her father's death to a grown married woman knowing I have your child's life in my hands, you have been there. From the time of angelic voices to passionate love, you, my Erik, have always been there. Through arguments and kisses, my love for you has grown into something I cannot begin to explain.

My love, the reason I write this letter is to ask you for forgiveness. We can have our life together, as we have always both wanted yet have never spoken of. My dear Raoul has spoken to me about parting ways. Our marriage has certainly not been the best, we both admit it. We then agreed that our lives would be easier and happier if we left the past and the hurt behind, parting ways for the last time. As he said these words, I felt a burden rise off my chest, yet at the same time I knew how hard it would be to forget him. And then I knew I wouldn't forget him; I would continue to keep him in my thoughts even as I remain the mother to Gustave and become the wife of another man: you.

Yes Erik, I am willing to become your wife as you asked me so very long ago. Nothing would give me more happiness than to spend the rest of my life with you. I have been too scared, too intimidated by what our relationship might bring. I know, however, that I have nothing at all to be afraid of, that I want you in my life forever. I want nothing more than to wake up with you every day, remain by your side through anything and everything that may cross our paths.

After the performance, my Erik, we will leave together, with Gustave, to go to a place far away. My angel, my Erik, I love you with all my heart.

Love, Christine Daae

It was these words that Erik was handed at the funeral home, on a folded piece of paper, in Christine's handwriting.

Promises of a future together, a final happiness that could never be fulfilled now as her small casket was lowered into the grave.