The Last Letter by Boygene Borice - HTML preview

Letter XIV

Dear Rosalina,

My heart hasn’t stopped rejoicing because of your love. You have become the daily devotion of my thoughts.

I write this letter to apologize for my previous letter. I was depressed and reckless. Loneliness had taken my being, his prison. The chains were pressing my heart so hard I couldn’t withstand the pain. I understand those words must have shaken your heart with the terror of much worries. I’m sorry my Love, I pray to thee that you will find a spot in your heart to forgive me, and you will understand my situation here. I am like a thirsty deer in the desert.

Tell me, Love, is your heart weak like mine? Do you miss me more than I do? How do you tend to find happiness? How do you survive without letting this curse that has put us apart take control of your mind? Tell me, my Love. I want to be happy. I want to be strong. I want to learn how to withstand temptations. I am sorry that I’m asking you these questions. Is it because it has been three years of not seeing you that is weakening my heart? I am afraid that

I'm losing it. Teach me how to wait, Love. I don’t want my desires to divert from you. My soul, body and heart, they are all yours. I don’t want to lose them to another. Teach me. Please teach me.

Yesterday, I had a dream that terrified me, Love. It scared me to death, I almost screamed.

After that dream, I couldn’t sleep anymore. I had to call my Pastor to pray for me. I know you must want to know, but I will tell you next time. I don’t want you to worry my Love, I am doing fine and I’m of good health.

Till next time, I love you.

They have shown their hate for your skin,

But I will not be amongst them,

For love cannot be measured by the décor,

But the strength that builds within the heart.