Dear Remy,
Five years is a long time, and it has taught me a lot of things. One is, that I should never betray my heart.
That is what I did and I'm paying dearly for it. I used to hope that we would always be together, but I now realize that you did not leave me. I left you. In all my psychology analyzing sessions, they did not show me the truth.
The truth is that when you love something you don't leave it behind, you don't give it away and you don't refuse to follow it. I did all of those, and I know that I do not deserve a second chance.
I have forgiven you a long, long time ago. I only wonder that you can, because I made a grave mistake. I never visited, I never wrote, or made a phone call. Now it's my time to hurt like you must have...You never forgave me for leaving you in Antarctica, you didn't have to, because I have always known that you didn't blame me, in the first place.
I don't blame you for what you think you caused in those tunnels. Perhaps you were a young fool who made a mistake, but you are innocent. I am to blame. I have left you behind twice now.
I guess it's only fair that you're not here now, that I have shown up to an empty house. After all, it is only fair that you not wait up for me. I never was fair with you. I should have loved you much more, and I should have cherished you forever. That I didn't was my mistake. I can't tell you any more, I can't do anything much else. If you find this note, it is my last goodbye to you. I can still see you fade away when I left you, lying in the cold snow, or fading into a brilliant sunset. Love has no words, it has been said. None that I'll ever get the chance to speak. That is my fault, Remy. I have a lot to wonder about, and many days left to figure out exactly why I left you. Those were my mistakes and this is my misfortune.
I'm so sorry. I have never stopped loving you, and believe me now when I write, with a shaky hand, the words that I could never mean more than I do now.
I will never stop loving you, Cajun. Ever.
Love Forever,
Rogue.