Be sure to taste your words before you spit them out.
14-05-2014
Love Letter
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, isnt 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.
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 lifetimes worth.
With hope at least,
Will Herondale
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince
