Letter

(A fictional letter based on Charles Dickens' David Copperfield)

Dear David,

One day you came with your grand aunt, your aunt wanted my father to prescribe a good school for you. That's why she was there at our house with you that day. That's how probably the destiny planned for us to meet for the very first time. Something more beautiful was on its way when my father Mr. Wickfield prescribed Dr. Strong's school. Fortunately it had no hostel facilities and my father gladly offered our home for you to stay in. Oh Goodness! How do I thank my father for his generosity? How do I thank the destiny who had pre planned to bring us together?

It was since then I might have fallen for you. Years passed and we grew up to be young, beautiful and fond of each other. our friendship grew stronger and deeper. We became best friends and you confided in me every little thing that troubled you and I was there for you always! I actually liked that. It felt so special to be trusted by someone.

And then one day you bid us adieu and things took drastic changes in the chapters of our lives. You moved forward but I was still stuck on the same page. When you chose your career and started your apprenticeship you met Dora, daughter of your trainer and you married her. I was happy for you that you got your love unlike me. And it was you dear who saved me from that sinister Uriah's evil intentions of marrying me.

I was left all alone! I had been rejecting all the marriage proposals that came to ask for my hand. I would tell everyone "I was waiting for some man to propose me."

Years later, Dora's health started to deteriorate showing no signs of recovering. One day she left us, you must be remembering how she called me in. Little did you know she asked me for a promise that day, which I never confessed to you. I stayed with Dora till she breathed her last. 

I know you were broken and a lot happened over the next few years. The next three years brought us closer once again. I loved talking and writing about my little school to you. I had written almost everything to you in my letters save my feelings for you. 

And one fortunate day you drove to Canterbury with all those intentions in your heart that I always wanted you to have towards me, you came and finally asked me out "who is the man I want to marry?" The man I always wanted to marry asked me who is the man I want to marry? What do I tell you. I began to sob and began speaking out loud what been in heart from so long

"Trot, these are the tears of joy, after so many years you finally came and asked me out those words my ears were dying to hear." I continued without stopping "waiting for so many years wasn't easy, seeing you with someone else wasn't easy, refusing all those marriage proposals when one got pressurised to start a new life wasn't easy. In all these hardships what felt easy was to LOVE YOU and what was even more easier was to love you without any expectations,

Yes Trot, I had always been in love with you, ever since forever! Since I met you. I never realised when those tender buds of friendship bloomed into fragnant blossoms of Love. You were the reason I rejected every proposal. You were the man I was waiting for from so long. 

David my eyes were full of love and compassion for you. Trot why didn't you ever read my eyes? I had been with you in your ups and downs, at every step of your life, I spent so much of my time with you, why didn't you have the time to dive into my eyes? You always said Dora was childish but the maturity in her saw that love in my eyes that kindled for you. When she was breathing her last, she asked me for a promise and I promised her on her deathbed. I never confessed it to you but now I want to, 'Trot she wanted her David to be with someone who would love her truly, she didn't want to see you alone she chose me for that. She asked me to ask you out one :

'Mr. David Trotwood Copperfield will you MARRY your Agnes?'"

It's your choice. In this letter after so many years I confess my feelings for you and your beloved Dora's promise. I thought you must be still in love with her, so I didn't disclose what she had asked but ever since you came asking for my hand and when it was happening I couldn't control myself any longer and I had promised your late wife.

Yours

Agnes