Disclaimer: I do not own the Labyrinth. Rather, it owns me...
Dearest Sarah,
If, by some miracle, you are reading this, I want to apologize. I am Jareth…or the Goblin King, as I was once called. Only once, by you. Dear, sweet Sarah, I do not think you fully understood my past offer. You were too young. I beg your forgiveness, on the grounds that I had forgotten mortal ways. Ages do not matter here, in my kingdom……or my prison. I miss you, Sarah. I cannot live without….or within you. I want to try again. Please, Sarah.
Love me, fear me, and I will be your slave…
Sound familiar? I was far too cryptic, but you loved mysteries…and I loved you.
There, I've said it. I love you, I love you, I love you. I want you to love me too. Did you ever, even a little? I miss you….God, I've already said that. My kingdom has gone to ruin, but you could still rule it, a fairy-tale kingdom, like you always wanted. I could fix it. It wasn't always in ruin, but after you left, everything fell apart. Don't think I'm trying to guilt you into coming back! I want you, first and foremost, to be happy. And if that isn't with me, then so be it.
But, if you do come back, I swear, I will give you anything within my power. Anything at all. Even my death…
I cannot think of anything else to write. Oh, dearest Sarah, please, come back to me. Come home.
-Jareth