Dear Ianto,
It has been a long time since someone has written me love letters. And even longer since I received a letter half as passionate as yours are. I wish you had sent them, instead of me stumbling across them by accident. I would have told you how wrong you were and that there was nothing to be worried about. But that's to late now because you've been gone for so long. But I have to tell you somehow and I can't think of a better way than how you told me.
I love you.
I never found the strength to tell you, but that doesn't mean that I didn't feel that way. I was trying so hard to show you what I was feeling and I thought you understood what I was telling you. But I see now that I should have tried harder to say the words not just show them.
I'm sorry that I left you and the others like that and even sorrier that I made you go through all that, Ianto, but I had to know what was wrong with me and there was only one person that could help me. But it wasn't worth it. Not for what happened to you or me.
I never should have made you feel like you were fighting for my attention or that you were on some sort of list because that couldn't be any further from the truth.
You never could be a blip in time, Ianto. You were so much more than that and I wanted to tell you that, but I knew that you didn't want to talk about it. I wish I had pushed it.
Our time together could never have been enough for me, not even if we spent a thousand years together. I've lost people before and there has always been some sort of hole left behind but you became such a large part of my life that I'm lost now that you're gone. And I don't know what to do to make this all better.
I love you, and I'll never forget you, Ianto Jones.
Jack