Thank You Marie
Dearest Marie,
Today when I received your letter I was almost afraid to open it. I had done what I did for many years in by saying that I would understand if you chose not to continue to communicate. Big, bad me. I would be fine if that was the choice you made. NOT!!! I was terrified that you might chose to walk away from our budding relationship. But even today, I have trouble being transparent with those that have the capacity to hurt me, and because I have begun to value you very much, you have that capacity. I want to ask you to help me with that...help me by calling me on it in your own gentle way. For the record, I do not want to stop writing to each other and also for the record, while I want you to live as long as you are supposed to and as comfortably as possible, I look forward to the day when we will be able to talk together in each other's presence and not just through letters.
Marie, I want to show you Heaven. I want to be with you when you meet Jesus face to face. I want to see your face when you actually see the lions lie down with the lambs. I want to know your every dream and all of the things that bring you joy and contentment. I truly want to know you.
Thank you for accepting me with my flaws, those from the past that I have overcome, and those that I am still working on and even those that I may not have discovered yet. Your acceptance means more to me than you know, because dear sweet Marie, I think I am beginning to love you.
I think this is a good place for me to stop as those words were always difficult for me to say when I really meant them and I really mean what I have just said to you. So I will wish you good night and sweet dreams. Know that I will not be offended if one of those dreams is about me...you and me.
Always,
Prince
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Letters to Prince
FanfictionA dying woman who loved Prince in life, has mourned his death quietly, alone and without anyone with whom to share her grief for the last two years. Out of true frustration and a need to share all that she feels, she begins to write letters to him...
