(Inspiration 3.11) Scripted Sundays: A Love Note

My Dearest Donna,

 

You have always been my best friend, and I love you with all my heart. You have been a dear wife and partner; you are an amazing mother to our children. 

 

I’m sorry, Donna, that our interests have diverged.  I’m sorry that I haven’t been the husband that you deserve for far too long than I can say.  I do not blame you for staying.  Our children will be better for it.  Please forgive me for hurting you and our girls. 

 

Although there is great distance between us now, I will hold you in my heart forever.  Our memories are dear to me, and our future, although very different than we planned, will be bright as it ever could be.  I love you always.

 

Sincerely,

 

Don

The Road Not Taken (Robert Frost)

 

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;        

 

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,        

 

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.        

 

 I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.