My dear Love,
If you are reading this letter, it means you found out. My biggest fear has come true. And although I know forgiveness is not something you can give me, I choose to admit my sins to you for I have kept the truth inside me for too long. Be it selfishness, but I beg for you to read it.
I still remember that day. It was a warm night in the month of May. I had just picked a couple of scarlet cherries from the tree on the road to my cottage and was enjoying their taste as he cut my path.
He smiled at me in a coy manner. That's what I remember about him. It was the first thing I noticed. Not his emerald green eyes that served as a perfect contrast to his curly dark brown hair or his incredibly elegant posture that exacerbated his broad proud shoulders. No, those things I noticed
