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'Dear Cole,

How can I say this to you…?

I looked into your eyes,

This isn't a pity letter, or a letter asking you to take me back.

They told me plenty that I already knew.

I feel that to get over you, I have to tell you so many things.

You never felt a thing, so soon forgotten all the things you do.

I will always love you. There's no changing that simple fact.

In more than words I tried to tell you,

But I know that though our love was strong, it was not enough.

The more I tried I failed.

It hurts to write these words to you, Cole.

I would not let myself believe that you might stray,

If you only knew how much I still care for you, wherever you are.

And I would stand by you no matter what they'd say, I would,

Yet there are certain things that I need to explain to you.

I thought I'd be with you until my dying day… until my dying day.

After you left – for good I mean – I did a lot of thinking.

I used to think my life was often empty.

Everything we'd been through made me so much stronger, as a person.

A lonely space to fill.

The hurt, the lies… all the pain.

You hurt me more than I ever could have imagined

Still I have so much to thank you for.

You made my world stand still.

You showed me that even though it hurts, letting go is sometimes the best thing we can do.

And in that stillness, there was a freedom

I found that love can come in so many shapes and forms; you just have to be open to them.

I never felt before

And even though I always said I hated you,

I would not let myself believe that you might stray

A part of me will always wish,

And I would stand by you no matter what they'd say

That some way, some how,

I thought I'd be with you until my dying day… until my dying day

We could be together once again.

Until my dying day.

With my love, as ever,

Phoebe xxx'

Phoebe read through the letter as she sat at her dresser in the dark. Next to her was sat a box full of memories, pictures of her and Cole together, ticket stubs from movies, little things he had given her. She sifted through it for a moment, checking all her fondest memories were still there. Looking at the glowing face on her alarm clock, she saw that it was still only three am. Three am, and her soon-to-be husband was still not home. She gave a small sigh, and sealed the envelope with her letter inside.

Silently, she crept down the stairs to the living room. The fire she had lit in the hearth was still burning, the embers flickering, refusing to burn out. She kissed the back of the envelope, then threw it onto the fire. She watched as the fire consumed every part of it, and found herself reminded of her love for Cole; that intense, fiery passion that refused to die, just like the embers in the fire. As she made her way back to bed, she did not see his shadow that flickered across the room. She did not feel his presence in the room. She did not see the remains of the letter fall out of the fire. She did not hear his soft sigh as he read her letter. And when she finally fell asleep, she did not feel his feather-light touch that caressed her cheek so gently. She would not let herself believe.

A/N and Disclaimer: I don't own Phoebe or Cole. I just use and abuse them.

Awww how sweet! This is just a one-time thing… except maybe I could do Cole's reply if my reviews are good enough. Ciao for now, my pretties!