I would like to apologise for any confusion with the last time I posted this. I'd thought that it was only this single letter, and I was in a hurry, so I wasn't able to edit it and make sure it was right. So in spite of my epic failure, I hope you enjoy this short, sweet letter to Alice!

Dear Alice,

I do not know if you remember exactly who it is that I am, since Upperland time works differently than that of Underland, but I am the royal hatter to queen Mirana of Marmoreal, Tarrant Hightopp. You used to call me "Hatter" if memory serves. Never by my given name. I miss it terribly.

My, it's been so long since I've heard the charming sound of your voice. It's been nearly…three days. It may not seem like long, but believe me—it has been rough.

How have you been? I received word from Nivens—the white, waistcoat-wearing rabbit that you spotted that fateful day when you returned to Underland—that you had refused the hand of the man who asked your own beautiful, petit hand in marriage. Is this true? Why? I believe you could have had such a good life if you'd accepted. But you wouldn't be happy, and I understand that. I want you to be happy, Alice, even if the cause of that happiness isn't me.

Alice…there are so many things I wish I could have told you during your time here in Underland—or Wonderland, as you so rightly called it during your first travels here as a young girl.

I remember when you returned, nearly ten years later, and thought that this was all a dream. You know, Alice, if you go around thinking that everything is a dream, you will never be able to experience the greatness of true reality. And reality is, as you would put it, a very curious thing.

In one moment, life seems so happy and jovial, leaving you laughing with your parents and sister, until the next moment, when they are expertly taken away from you, along with the rest of your family, leaving you to believe that the world may be a better place without you there, because you just can't seem to smile happily anymore. And then, a moment or two later, it gives you who you realise is your one true love, whom you have not seen in nearly an Upperland decade…and life is happy once more. After fulfilling their destiny, and a few happy moments that seem to just fly by later, your love leaves you, putting you into a spiralling depression in which you are ready to tear out anyone's throat with your bare hands…

…and then realising that you're being a completely slurvish galleymonger who should probably just move on because, as you realise in the next moment, your love won't be returning to you.

So happy and jovial one moment, then with the epiphany that life is difficult with no one there, finding your love then having them leaving you in tears because your heart's been broken, ready to tear someone's throat out at the mention of a certain someone's name the next, and finally leaving you with the realization that your one true love, who had come back into your life only a small handful—a finger-full, really—of days before just to leave you and never come back…

Believe me, Alice, only hearing about such is giving me heartache. Before you go and make assumptions, Alice, this is not a matter of joking—this matter is a very serious one. Many Underlanders have actually died of a broken heart.

Sincerely yours,
Tarrant Hightopp.