#and yes i did weather this paper accordingly which included burning the edges and staining the page and crumpling it

[fishfingersandscarves]

hob’s unsent love letter <3 (text by @wordsinhaled )

transcript under cut:

Dearest My own

Dear nameless Stranger:

First, I must endeavor to impress upon you how wretched I feel in the very writing of this Letter, for it is true that we have never before uttered such words as these to each other, and indeed I have but little cause to hope that the wholly untoward affections herein expressed shall ever be returned by you. I am consoled only in the knowledge that I will soon fling this paper onto the fire presently burning in my study, banishing my sentiments once again to the realm of Fantasy where they rightfully belong…

It is seventy-two years to the day until our next meeting, dear Stranger, and I have sustained myself all these long years since our last with the most earnest and fanciful hope that I might one day yet unburden myself to you and be absolved of this monstruous longing. I am a different man; I am certain you shall not recognize me; for I walk in the world, yes, but as one walks in a dream.

I think it will amuse you to learn how insistently this officious summer society dotes on me. Wherever it is you remove to when we are not together, let it be a more pleasant place than this! In a fortnight I return early to London, and the day cannot come quickly enough for my liking. For months I have endured covetous glances, suffered in airless ballrooms, all the while my mind fixed, steadfastly and ceaselessly, on you…

How this present society wearies me, my friend

My friend!—No, I do not fear your reproach; I shall not. I pray you will allow me, within the sanctuary of this Letter, and perhaps without, to attach this word to you, in all its manifold complexities of meaning, for in my most private heart it is how I think of you. And is it not true? Are we not friends? For what is a Friend, if not one’s dearest counterpart, that mirror of one’s soul, who abides with one in constancy through all the dreadful and glorious seasons of one’s life? You are all this to me, and more…

Here I end, lest I reveal more of myself and turn you from me for ever. Though it is all I would deserve, I ask that you withhold too harsh a judgment on me, for I am always, most ardently and humbly,

yours in friendship,

HG

#my hand is cramped LOL #and yes i did weather this paper accordingly which included burning the edges and staining the page and crumpling it #sorry to all who can't read my terrible cursive i just wanted to do this for funsies #dreamling #the sandman #talkies #wordsinhaled #ficlet sorta