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A Love Beyond Time

Nick & Cecilia: Two souls One destiny

By Shreyansh SinghPublished 12 months ago 4 min read
A Love Beyond Time
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February 13, 1798
My Dearest Cecilia,

As I sit at my writing desk, the candle’s flame wavers, casting long, restless shadows upon the walls—shadows that mirror the tumult in my heart. My quill hesitates, hovering above this parchment, for how does one capture love so vast, so consuming, within mere words? How can ink and paper possibly convey the depth of devotion that I hold for you, the ache that grips my soul in your absence?

I find myself tracing the edges of this letter, imagining your fingers brushing over these very words as you read them. Would that I could whisper them to you instead, letting the night carry my voice to your ears as the wind carries the scent of violets in spring. Oh, Cecilia, you have bewitched me utterly. Your laughter lingers in my mind like the sweetest melody, and your presence—though distant now—feels as vital to me as breath itself.

Each day without you is an empty shell, a hollow moment that exists only to pass and bring me closer to the next time I may see you. I wake with your name upon my lips and fall asleep with the memory of your touch resting against my skin like the warmth of the sun after a long winter’s cold. The world before you was colorless, an existence dictated by duty and expectation, but you… you have painted my life in hues I never knew existed.

I write to you now not only to profess my love but to lay bare the longing that consumes me, to share with you the heavy burden of my heart. My father speaks of responsibility, of duty, of the weight of our name and the legacy I am expected to uphold. He speaks of a match that would secure our family’s standing, a future that has been charted for me since birth. But he does not speak of love, nor of happiness, nor of the dreams that flutter like restless birds within my chest.

I cannot—will not—resign myself to a life dictated by others when my heart has already chosen its path. My love, I have found within myself a courage I did not know I possessed, and I offer that courage to you now. If you will have me, if you will dare to walk this uncertain road with me, then let us break free from the chains of expectation. Let us cast aside these gilded cages and choose a life of our own making.

I do not promise riches, nor ease, nor the comforts of a life secured by name and fortune. But I promise you my heart, my unwavering devotion, my every breath and every moment until the end of my days. I promise you laughter beneath the stars and whispered secrets in the hush of midnight. I promise you love that will stand unshaken against the storm, a love that will defy time itself.

If your heart speaks as mine does, if your soul longs as mine longs, meet me at the old bridge by midnight two nights hence. There, beneath the watchful eye of the moon, let us make a vow that no force in this world may break. And if you do not come, if you choose the path laid before you by those who do not understand the fire in our hearts, I will not hold you to blame. I will carry your love with me always, a quiet ache that will never fade.

But Cecilia, my heart tells me you will be there.

Yours now and forever,
Nick

♥️

February 15, 1798
My Dearest Nick,

Your letter arrived beneath the cloak of night, trembling in the hands of the messenger who dared to slip past the watchful eyes of those who would seek to keep us apart. I read it by candlelight, my fingers tracing the ink, my heart racing with every word. Oh, how cruel love can be, to bind two souls so tightly and yet place every barrier between them.

I have spent these hours torn between my heart and my duty, between the world I have always known and the world you offer me. My family speaks of honor, of obligation, of the sacrifices a woman must make for the sake of stability. They speak as if love is a fleeting thing, a foolish notion that has no place in the life they have built for me. They do not understand that love is not a passing whim, not an indulgence to be cast aside when convenience demands it. Love is the very essence of life itself, the force that gives meaning to our existence.

And my love, my dearest Nick, my heart belongs to you. ♥️

From the first moment our hands brushed beneath the boughs of the great oak, from the first stolen glance across the crowded halls of our separate worlds, I have known that you are the one who holds my soul in his hands. How can I be expected to walk away from that? How can I pretend that life will be enough when my heart already knows what it is to be truly alive in your presence?

I have spent years being the dutiful daughter, the well-mannered lady, the obedient child who never dared to dream beyond the walls of expectation. But now, because of you, I dare. Because of you, I see the path ahead not as an unknown filled with fear, but as a possibility filled with hope. I do not need riches or status or the weight of a name to give my life meaning. I need only you.

I will come, my love. I will meet you beneath the stars where the river whispers our secrets, where the wind carries our silent promises into the night. Let the world think us reckless, let them cry foolishness or scandal, for none of it matters. What matters is this: I choose you. I will always choose you.

Let us run, not from duty, but toward love. Let us carve a life out of the unknown, where every sunrise is ours and every sunset belongs to our whispered dreams. I know not where the road will lead, nor what hardships may come, but I know that wherever you are is where my heart will find its home.

Yours, in this life and the next,
Cecilia ✨

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