Letters

Um textinho em inglês pra vcs praticarem... hehehe

 

 

Data: 20/05/2009

Tema: if you found this, it's probably too late

Autora: Letícia

Título: Letters

 

           

Dear Abby,

            If you found this, it’s probably too late. I’m at this moment at the airport on my way to a new life that I don’t even know what and where it is. I’m afraid I didn’t have the courage to talk to you in person, to even call you and tell you that.

            I’m partially sorry that this happen this way. But you suffocated me with your ideas, with your rules and cleaning matters. You didn’t give me space to tell you that my dream wasn’t to continue the family store and have a normal, common life. I always wanted more. You should have known that since I always tried to tell you. But you never listened.

            On the other hand, if I had tried to make things work, if I waited for your return I might never do this and we both would be unhappy: You with a guy that always “wanted out” and me always dreaming with a new life.

            I’ll never forget you. I wish I had more kind words to say, but I’m afraid that if I tell you how much I loved you and how much you helped me all this time that we’ve been together it would give you hopes that doesn’t exist.

 

            Love,

            John.

 

When he opened the drawer to get the glue and close the envelope he saw a lot’s of half written and folded papers and one on top of it. He was very curious so he couldn’t help reading it, even though he knew it wasn’t right since it was her place, her drawer.

 

“Dear John,

 

            If you found this, it's probably too late. I tried to write so many times, so many letters, but I can’t find the right words. I feel that it wouldn’t reach you the right way if I told this personally.

            If you found this, it's probably too late. I feel that you are unhappy with me. I always tried to be there for you, to accompany you in all your dreams, but I feel that there’s something missing. Since you won’t tell me and I haven’t got any other way of finding out, with my pouring heart, I tell you that you are now free. Go do whatever is pulling your heart.

            If you found this, it's probably too late. I’ll be gone for a couple of week to try to forget you, to try to set me free from you as much as you are free from me. Please, take your things out of the apartment.

            My only request is that you go follow your dream.

            I’ll never forget you. I wish I had more kind words to say, but I’m afraid that if I tell you how much I loved you and that I would do anything and go anywhere to be with you, that your dream could be my dream, this will only make it harder for you. But, please, know that I will always love you and that I might not even come back at all since you were the only “thing” keeping me here.

 

            Love,

            Abby.”

 

            John felt a shiver through his spine. He froze at the realization that they both loved each other so much that they killed themselves in the relationship. This made them want to leave, run away from all the love.

            He left the apartment and got the cab that he had already called to the airport before reading the letter.

            But he didn’t go to the airport. He went to the grocery store and bought supplies to make a very romantic dinner.

            When he got back he ran to the kitchen and prepared the dinner.

            It was a great surprise to Abby when she arrived and found the candles, the great smell of homemade food. She asked: why?

            He showed both letters. She read them. She started to cry.

            During dinner it was the first time that they really talked and fell even more in love.