The letter

What if Darcy instead of his second proposal, he wrote her a letter?

My dearest,
You may be surprised by my warm greeting or maybe even of this letter, but I beg you do not be offended. I cannot longer live with the anxiety whether I have a chance of succeeding. I cannot longer dream of you and not have you, nor can I stand the thought of you, alive in the world thinking ill of me.I shall never forget our odd progress towards one another, never have I found such a consideration in my entire being.The reason of writing you this letter is simply that: I cannot bare to see you again, knowing that you are are thinking of the fact, if you are mine.
I am aware that the things I have done affected you and I can understand why. You have every reason in the world to be angry at me, or even think ill of me. I may seem weak in your eyes, but I am not. My love for you is not weak , on the contrary, it is so powerful that consumes me. All of me. You have all of me, my heart and soul. I have not loved, or ever will love so deep anyone, as I love you. For you I only think and plan. Have you not seen this? Dearest, loveliest Elizabeth,you pierce my soul.
I had a dream last night. We were together, in our home, here in Pemberley. We were in the library and you were reading a book. I was staring at you and when you finally realized it, you smiled. You put the book away and you approached me. My heart almost stopped. You came and sat next to me . You touched my face with your lovely hands and you kissed me. Oh how long I have been dreaming of your kisses. I woke up suddenly, like it was a nightmare. But it wasn't. It was the most beautiful dream I had in my entire existence. I have dreamt many times your face and your voice is echoing constantly in my ears.I cannot let you burn me up, nor can I resist you. No mere human can stand in a fire and not be consumed.
My love for you, is stronger by far than the love of those who are older or wiser than me. And neither the angels in heaven, nor the demons, can ever dissever my soul from yous. Because you see, my darling, my beautiful bride, my heart belongs to you. My whole being belongs to you. Some say that we are masters of the unsaid words, but slaves of those we let slip out. But instead, I find myself your slave and you, dearest, you are my
only master.
A few days ago, I thought I loved you, but since I last saw you, I feel I love you thousand times more. There are some duties and responsibilities that I have to do and work is one of them, Georgiana is also one of them and caring for myself is one of them. I can hardly work anymore, and when I do I think only of you. Georgiana says that I neglect her, it was the first time of her sixteen years she said such a thing to me. As for me,
to love you alone, to make you happy, to do nothing which would contradict your wishes, this is my destiny and the meaning of my life.
Even when I am in bed my thoughts rush to you, my love, now and then cheerfully and then sadly. I have waited too much for the fate to hear my prayers and answer me, whether I must face the life with or without you. But, Elizabeth, you are the only, who can give me an answer, because faith and hope have abandoned me while ago. You see, I said to my soul, be still and wait without hope, for hope would be hope for the wrong thing; there is yet faith, but the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.
May I request you to drop me a line, or a look, or a smile, to inform me when I may wait upon you? For pity's sake do; and let me have it soon. I am all agony, can you not feel it? Only come to me, come even if you do not want to, even if you do not love me. Come and let me prove you for the rest of our lives how I adore you. And maybe in the future, you will smile back to me with that beautiful smile of yours that pierce my soul, and then I will
know. I will know that you are truly mine.
If all I have said and done, and I am about to say and do, have not sufficiently proved what my feelings are towards you, I have no other proof to offer. I have already gave you my heart, and it is there in your hands, waiting either to beat again or to be crushed.
I shall ever remain,
your affectionate admirer and servant,
Fitzwilliam Darcy

As she finished reading it, Elizabeth cried. Cried until she fell asleep. She knew, she knew that he was meant for her. He was right, she truly belonged to him.

I have been reading lately love letters by great men. And I thought that since Darcy is one of them -even though he is fictional- he must have at least written a letter confessing his undying love.
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