Letter to Jackson Whittemore
It breaks my heart that I won't get to see you one last time. It's been so long since we've been together and every second we spent apart has broken me apart more and more until it feels there's nothing left of me at all. That's why I find peace in my verdict, the magic no doubt claiming me before the night is done, but before I go, there are some things I want you to know.
The moments I spent with you were some of the best of my life. I never connected with anyone as deeply as I did to you, and I know that's mostly because of our mated bond, but even without it, I trust that I would have felt it. Do you remember that morning in the forest, when you stumbled upon me during my morning routine? I think about that day every single minute. You were so carefree back then, surrendering to the spark of love that had just begun between us. I remember how we touched, so innocently and yet it struck me in a manner that left me altered for all of eternity. You are mine, and I am yours. Distance can never change that.
I remember everything, the good times, and the bad, each bringing us closer until there was no way to distinguish where I began and you ended. I yearn for that every day, but I know that someday we will be one, a soaring spirit in another world where souls like ours were meant to roam free. I will be looking forward to that day, Jacks --the day you find me once again.
I love you, my handsome mate, and I hope that you find whatever you are looking for, because if you do, then I know you will find your way back to me somehow.
Forever yours,
Erica.
