It’s my hope that by the time you’re reading this, we’ll have performed the procedure successfully, and all that will be left is for you to wait for me to wake up. I know this isn’t what you want to read, and of course I hope that when you do read this, this letter will already be irrelevant, but in the event the worst has transpired, I want to make this as easy on you as I possibly can.
My possessions are immaterial—you may do what you like with them. Similarly, my only wishes for burial are your taking steps to ensure I’m not involved the next time the dead rise (I recommend cremation). I think you already understand, however, that none of the aforementioned is very important to me. I trust that you’ll handle my affairs in a way that I would find acceptable, because you are the person who knows me the best.
This will be hard. Remember that you have people here who care for you, who are ready to support you when you need it. Right now it must seem impossible, but please continue to live, and to work, and do good, not only in my memory but for yourself as well. It is a great injustice, that outside circumstance would render me unable to accomplish all the things I wanted to—you must pursue our dream in my stead.
I was selfish, to indulge in our relationship, and it isn’t lost on me how painful this must be for you now, but I cannot bring myself to regret it. These months we’ve spent together have been the happiest of my life, and our partnership both professionally and otherwise has changed me in ways I cannot begin to express. You are brilliant, and kind, and any world is better for having you in it. Whatever happens after this, know that I have loved you more than I ever thought possible. Thank you for sharing this time with me.
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a letter, to open post-procdure
Date: 2023-01-29 11:30 pm (UTC)It’s my hope that by the time you’re reading this, we’ll have performed the procedure successfully, and all that will be left is for you to wait for me to wake up. I know this isn’t what you want to read, and of course I hope that when you do read this, this letter will already be irrelevant, but in the event the worst has transpired, I want to make this as easy on you as I possibly can.
My possessions are immaterial—you may do what you like with them. Similarly, my only wishes for burial are your taking steps to ensure I’m not involved the next time the dead rise (I recommend cremation). I think you already understand, however, that none of the aforementioned is very important to me. I trust that you’ll handle my affairs in a way that I would find acceptable, because you are the person who knows me the best.
This will be hard. Remember that you have people here who care for you, who are ready to support you when you need it. Right now it must seem impossible, but please continue to live, and to work, and do good, not only in my memory but for yourself as well. It is a great injustice, that outside circumstance would render me unable to accomplish all the things I wanted to—you must pursue our dream in my stead.
I was selfish, to indulge in our relationship, and it isn’t lost on me how painful this must be for you now, but I cannot bring myself to regret it. These months we’ve spent together have been the happiest of my life, and our partnership both professionally and otherwise has changed me in ways I cannot begin to express. You are brilliant, and kind, and any world is better for having you in it. Whatever happens after this, know that I have loved you more than I ever thought possible. Thank you for sharing this time with me.
Yours, always,
V