My Dearest William,
On morning such as these, I find myself missing you so terribly. Wishing I could be held by your strong arms. Listening to you breath as you sleep, and seeing you warm face.
I find it hard to believe it has been only three years, but already it seems like ten. Three years, today, that we were married. Three years that I feel that, I have lost you. However, if it had not been for Jack, I would have. Yet, if I had not been so impulsive, you would not have died.
I know we promised no tears, but I feel if I do not cry in writing this, I am not worthy to be your wife. Every night I wake from nightmares on a wedding day. Images of you dying plague my thoughts. It is days such as these, that I regret crossing swords with Davy Jones. If I had only waited, you would not have died by his blade.
William, when his sword struck you, I felt my entire world shatter. I would have given my life to keep you with me, if only to keep you alive longer. You should not have been the one to die, but it should have been me. You were trying to save me, but you died. I tried so hard to keep you with me.
The moment I saw the Flying Dutchman rise from the ocean and seeing you at the helm, I knew things would change. Days I miss you and cannot see you, I always opened the chest. Just hearing it beat, keeps me living everyday. Some days I wish I would be on the brink of death, just to have you save me. However, I could never commit such a thing.
Time seems so slow now. Nevertheless, if waiting is what I am forced to do, then I shall wait. I would wait for eternity, if only to see you. You are worth more to me than anything this world has to offer, and would give anything for you.
I hope to hear from you soon Captain William Turner.
I love you.
Elizabeth Turner