Will’s Love Letter to Tessa
Tess, Tess, Tessa.
Was there ever a more beautiful sound than your name? To speak it aloud
makes my heart ring like a bell. Strange to imagine that, isn’t it – a heart
ringing – but when you touch me that is what it is like: as if my heart is
ringing in my chest and the sound shivers down my veins and splinters my bones
with joy.
Why have I written these words in this book? Because of you. You taught
me to love this book where I had scorned it. When I read it for the second
time, with an open mind and heart, I felt the most complete despair and envy of
Sydney Carton. Yes, Sydney, for even if he had no hope that the woman he loved
would love him, at least he could tell her of his love. At least he could do
something to prove his passion, even if that thing was to die.
I would have chosen death for a chance to tell you the truth, Tessa, if
I could have been assured that death would be my own. And that is why I envied
Sydney, for he was free.
And now at last I am free, and I can finally tell you, without fear of danger to you, all that I feel in my heart.
And now at last I am free, and I can finally tell you, without fear of danger to you, all that I feel in my heart.
You are not the last dream of my soul.
You are the first dream, the only dream I ever was unable to stop myself
from dreaming. You are the first dream of my soul, and from that dream I hope
will come all other dreams, a lifetime’s worth.
With hope at last,
Will Herondale
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