Written by a young, lovestruck, pre-trilogy Will.
Paper is crumpled and tossed into the fire.
Also crumpled and tossed into the fire.
Sealed, addressed... but never sent.
Letter translations, in case the images are too hard to read:
Letter One:
My Dear Elizabeth,
Dearest Elizabeth,
I wish I could There is something I have wanted to tell you since the day I met you for some time now. While I realize your father some people would not consider it proper for a man of my station to love voice such things to a woman of your high breeding, I find it becomes harder to keep my feelings these words to myself as the days pass by.
I love you
Letter Two:
Dear Elizabeth,
For many years now, there have been things that I have wished to tell you, but had not found the courage felt it proper to say. Forgive me if I am too forward by writing this letter, but I feel I cannot hold myself back keep them to myself any longer.
I love you. Since we first met, I have had the pleasure honor of watching you grow to be a beautiful fine young woman. Every time I see you, you take my breath away I wish I could tell you
Letter Three:
Dear Miss Swann,
It is with great respect and admiration that I am writing to wish you the happiest of birthdays. You have grown to become a fine young woman.
Sincerely yours,
William Turner