Here is the entry from Amar Agarwala for Write Your Love Contest.
The letter is addressed to Jennifer, the tragic heroine of the best-seller romantic book written by Eric Segal, called – Love Story.
When you will be reading this letter, I know you will be in another world…perhaps too far to even care. More so, for someone you never knew and may never ever know. Yet, a letter at your graveside would surprise you, for the dead receive no letters… perhaps a passing angel or a druid would be kind enough to carry its contents to wherever you are…maybe you would at least read it, if only, just out of curiosity.
I know how much you loved Oliver…when you were alive; perhaps as much as he loves you now. Strange that divinity never gave you both a chance…to be together always; or maybe it did, in painful memories and thoughts. Despite of his feelings for you, Oliver tries to search a new life for himself, for he is alive and therefore the need to make a life, if not living. When I read ‘Love Story’, I was visibly moved, for it touched the core of my heart. Then ‘Oliver’s Story’ followed. The sequence distinctly mentioned right at its beginning – Death ends a life but not a relationship, which carried on in the mind of the survivor towards a resolution it may never find. How true? Did Oliver really carry on the relationship? If he did, then what made him look for other relationships…what made him reach out for someone who would match you, at least in some qualities. Ironical really…but then it happens to the living… who never really give up the zest for life. Just as Oliver is doing; nothing wrong with that except that somewhere he is not really true to all what he shared with you. His affairs or flings if I may call them, are an assault to the tender love you had shared with him. As they are to me… I would rather he spent his life finding resolutions to all what you had shared with him. Guess…not many I know of would find that even remotely appealing.
You must be wondering what the hell I am getting at? What does this guy want of someone who has been dead a long while? Don’t people look for the living to fall in love with, it is natural and normal too. But the little that I know of love is that it seeks nothing in return – it is what makes it so pure so perfect and so near to being divine. Did you think that I was some jerk, making a crude joke out of it all? Well! The answer is in the negative. I am no jerk; I am the normal kind of guy you find in a class-room at the college, waiting for the bus at the stop, buying a pizza for dinner after a movie or maybe just watching television out of sheer boredom at home. You could be wondering if that has made me crazy…! I don’t think so but I guess if you fall in love with a dead woman, you’d be called just that.
Honestly, it does not matter as to what people would think or anyone for that matter – at least I am honest to admit a fact which I believe is true.
Jenny, I know that you can not offer me anything any longer… at least things which are normally sought for in love. All that you could give and share is long done and gone… moments which were just Oliver’s. I do not even seek any part of it, nor of your thoughts he harbors in his pensive moments. For love is not a piece of cake one shares sitting together; it is not an afternoon spent, sharing tender moments away from the world and perhaps not even sitting close to one another speaking in whispers. There is more to it…than just that. Perhaps the silence of the cemetery where you are buried, maybe the greenery of the wild shrubs near your graveside, or could be the dry leaves caressing your gravestone in the breeze… they sing a song. For I can hear them, as they seem to relate your story, which I just want to sit beside and listen to… because it would make me feel closer to the brown bosom of the earth where you lay inert in cold, silent darkness.
And what then…it makes you wonder? Nothing…to begin I want nothing of you except a small right…the right to love you as I want to…from wherever I am…and wherever you are! I must admit that I feel strange writing to you the most misused four lettered word in the history of mankind. Yet, I know of no other adjective to best express my dormant thoughts… thoughts which are yours. Yes, I do seek that you read this letter till the end… for I am prepared to wait a lifetime or whatever it takes to meet you. Maybe at another time and place, where we could be together… where you could feel for me like I do…even if you don’t it will not matter. It is also likely that we may never meet in succeeding lifetimes…but it would not erase my feelings for you. I know all what is loved and shared is never lost…and my thoughts for you will remain etched in eternity. For loving you is my prerogative; as much as I do is again my prerogative; and loving you forever a passion I am imbued with…possible that it borders on insanity. Nothing strange about that, people who have loved intensely in this world have often been labeled that by lesser mortals. Fair enough…yet, it does not take away the candidness of this most wonderful thought called ‘love’.
There is nothing else I can offer as a homage to your graveside along with this letter and the wild orchids…hope you like them, for they carry untold feelings, tender thoughts which I know will bring some light to the darkness you are engulfed with. If the fragrance of the words in this letter bring a smile to your face, it will be enough for me.. for that is all I seek of you. All I will ever seek!
If not yours…no one else’s
And if yours…then only yours…always…till eternity.
End of the Letter
About the character: Jennifer is the tragic heroine of the best-seller romantic book written by Eric Segal, called – Love Story. It was later made into a movie which was an all time hit. Jenny, pet name of Jennifer dies of cancer when the story ends. The book was followed by a sequel called – Oliver’s Story, where Oliver, Jenny’s husband tries to come to term with his life after the tragic exit of Jenny from his life.
This letter is for Jennifer… to be posted at her graveside with a bunch of wild mauve colored orchids, soon after her death somewhere in the middle of the sequel…mentioned above.