Dear Eliza,
I am not well. My migraines are getting worse and I have the feeling that I may be on the verge of dying. You sometimes come to my house when I am in utter agony and you help me even though you pretend to do it only for the sake of humanity.
I know how much you are upset with me, how much you have begun to fear me but your heart still gets the best of you.
My Love, peace has gone far from my mind and I don't know what should I do or tell you to make you believe me, believe this poor man who is suffering every moment in the name of getting you back.
My silence is torturing me and my brain keeps asking me why was I foolish enough to lose your love. I hurt you, I know that, Love. But haven't I suffered enough, darling?
Do you still think that I am a bad man? Do you still think I don't deserve you? Do you still think I was selfish and you should leave me?
If any of those questions are bugging you then let me know what I can do to prove you wrong. I am your slave, Love. You say and I do.
Just give me a sign, Eliza. Give me one little sign and I will be yours.
Your hopeless lover,
William
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