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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: End (02/13/06)

By Maria Catterick


He stared at the writing on the envelope. The letter had just been discovered in a drawer but the writing on the front was unmistakeable. It was hers. He would have recognised it anywhere. He instinctively raised the cream vellum envelope to breathe in the fragrance. Yes, it was just as he expected. The Chanel perfume had always been her trademark. The scent reminded him of their times together, the days of sunshine, and the days of carefree pleasure. They were special days where just the two of them had seemingly lived in their own secret world. Their friends and family had stood on the sidelines watching their relationship develop. They observed yet made no comment. They were ready to offer support should the need arise. Although unspoken, it was very clear that no one was to intrude.

He felt the weight of the envelope and knew he would find the pages adorned in her usual script. She always used her fountain pen containing azure blue ink. Her lacy writing appeared as though it had been stitched delicately across the page with intricate perfection. He walked across to the bureau and selected the silver letter opener. She had bought him this when he had complained about the damage he made when he ripped open her letters. Their relationship had always involved letters. It had been their way to explain their deepest feelings when words didnít seem enough. The letter opener released the pages from their slumber. He closed the bedroom door for privacy. This was an important letter. He paused, took a deep breath, and then began.

ĎMy Dearest Love,

So you have now found my final letter. Yes, I can assure you that you have come to the end of your journey. Or should I be saying that we are at the end of our journey together. I for one have no regrets. How could I have any? You were, and always will be, the love of my life. I am so thankful that we found one another. Some people never discover the treasure that was ours. True love. Perfect love. A love that grew and deepened with every passing day. It was a love so satisfying that I never wanted to be away from you for a moment. With you I felt complete and whole, yet fully myself. You were my knight, my defender, my hero. I had need of nothing, for you were my all. You gave me the reason for each new day. You brought so much joy to my life that I made the most of every second. You brought me the revelation that love is the reason for anything and love is the reason for everything.

I know what we had together was so perfect. But even perfection has an end. This letter is to encourage you to move on with your life. Do not look back, Look forward and take the support offered by those around you who love you. The light is fading fast and so too is my life. Only death has had the ability to separate us. Nothing else ever could. You have loved me well and completely, but I must step across the eternal divide. Thank you for loving me.

Be courageous my love.
Love always,

He folded the letter and returned it to its envelope for safekeeping. He walked across to the special box where all of the others were now stored and placed it on the top. This was the last one there would ever be. Tears flowed in silent rivers down his cheeks.

They had met each other too late. Her body had already been ravaged by the merciless disease when they had met. Their chance meeting on a park bench one spring day had changed the course of their lives in an instant. After only ten minutes they realised they had fallen into an immediate love and they both knew that they would be together forever. And they were, every moment of every day for the past two years.

But now he was alone again. He hadnít remembered ever feeling very alone before. But now without her, he truly understood the isolation. But as she had said, there were no regrets. It had been an incredible world that they and their love had existed in. Now he must find a new world. A world without her.

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Chrissi Dunn02/20/06
This is a very moving piece, with lots of good descriptions. The introduction persuaded me to read on, to find out more about the letter. Well done.
Garnet Miller 02/21/06
A very moving piece!
Karie Spiller02/21/06
Very well written piece. I enjoyed it very much.
Marilyn Schnepp 02/23/06
A beautiful and well written love story. I liked it very much. I have a couple of suggestions. Break up your paragraphs into shorter ones to make an easier read. I call it "reader friendly", and I was a bit disappointed in the ending...perhaps something with a little more oomph. But that's just one person's opinion. Very well done. Good job! Keep it up!
Virginia Gorg02/23/06
Beautifully written - heartwrenching, yet heartwarming.
Karen Heslink02/23/06
Excellent descriptive writing. I did feel that the ending wasn't as well developed as the rest of the story. I just had this feeling that there should have been more redemption for him in his final release of their love. A very touching entry.
Connie Husby02/24/06
WOW, this was well written and captured my heart. You would do well at romance writing, if you so desired. I could actually feel the man's soul being ripped apart reading the last letter from his true love. Thank you for sharing your talented piece of work. May God continue to bless you with this gift of writing he has given you.