𝑀𝒶𝓇𝒾𝑒⛒✞ :
Heres my version of „my dear arthur“ [happy]: My dear Arthur,
You never showed up, and after reading the newspapers, I understand why. I suppose you’ve been killed or you’re dead already. I’m not sure even which is worse. I had so many dreams, Arthur. I hoped we would find a place together, be free and build a life. But I know now that this was a fantasy. You belong to a different world.
I’m not trying to make you feel guilty or to cause you pain, but I can’t go on like this. Every time I think of you, my heart breaks. There is a good man in you, Arthur, but he is struggling with a giant, and the giant wins time and again.
I am sorry. Sorry for everything, for what we could not be, for the choices we both made. I am returning the ring you gave me. I kept it all these years, but I cannot keep it anymore. It brings me pain now more than joy. Maybe one day it will find its way to a better home, to people who can live the life we could not.
Goodbye, Arthur.
Mary
2025-07-11 19:14:04