Dear Whoever Reads this,

My name is Anastasia (or y/n); I'm writing this letter out in the year of 1865...I'm 65 years of age.

Haha...it sounds weird that I write out such a informal letter to some random stranger at my age. You're probably thinking I should be in my gardens, watching my grandchildren, or....growing old with my husband.

Well I'm not. I have a garden that's slowly dying, no grandchildren...or children at all, and no husband.

It was the year 1820....when I met him....he was a tall young man who was 6 years older than I. His perfectly curled hair that went down to his forehead was the cutest, his beautiful eyes that were different than most. One was mono lid while the other was double; his eyes were a smooth dark brown in color.

His beautiful sculpted nose that held a small freckle on the tip, leading down to his soft, small plump lips that were ever so kissable. He was a classic gentleman with a face that shoo'd away shy girls because of how neutral it looked. But I was attracted...

Yes...that tis' him.....a handsome young lad wasn't he? He made my heart swell for him...it was something about the man that made me yearn for his attention.

I would always spot him out an old library with many worn out books that were kept together by new seams and a small cup of tea. The bell shaped cup was a rich but dusted gold; matching the little plate under it that had tiny scratches on it.

The young man was wearing a tan colored suit that looked as if it belonged to his fathers...and his father's father. My mind would drift off as to how would our future son look in it...it was a dangerous thought for a young woman like me. But I couldn't help how fast I was falling for the silent man; I finally up my courage to speak to him.

And oh my...his deep rich tone was something that could fit perfectly on a slow jazz beat in a club full of couples floating along the dance floor. He spoke with such elegance; as if he wasn't from our town..the way I could see his eyes soften when I approached.

I got to know...his name was Kim Taehyung. I didn't know too much about the man; except he loved good classical music while reading his old books.

That was the last time I saw him for a few weeks...then on a rainy evening...there he was.

He was standing around in the street that was emptying out; it looked like a scene out of a pictured film. He had a large black umbrella over his head to protect his now loose curled raven hair. He always consisted of wearing earth tones of mainly brown and slight blacks.

A long brown trench coat covered his arms from the cooled rain drops, a simple white shirt underneath, with a lovely hand knitted scarf over it. It was very long but fitting to his tall height, matching with dark brown pants and dark colored boots to finish.

I was simply wearing a black dress that covered my neck, my arms covered by a black shawl with tassels and black sandals that were hidden from the long fabric. My hair was pinned into a bun with in crystal hair pin given to me from my late grandmother.

You would probably ask...how did I get such photography of a man...well I always kept a small camera on me. It wasn't well developed but it was clear enough to snap a photo of the man who stayed in my heart.

We went on many walks, he showed me the many books he had read and written some as well. My heart would beat out of my chest whenever I was near him...he was my soulmate.

I was down when he wasn't around but when he was...I felt full of his growing love. Getting to hear his deep laughs, seeing such a beautiful box shaped smile, and feeling the warmth as he held me. I could hear his slow steady heartbeat; I always wondered if his heart thumped any harder when I was near.

...but

....................sadly......

I was mistaken...

He never loved me as I loved him.....

He didn't yearn for my love as I did for his....

Our walks and sit downs...weren't dates....

He just wanted to know me.......as a friend...

He didn't feel his heart beat out his chest when I was near, his eyes didn't hold love like mine did, and his body wasn't begging to hold mine.

I was just....a woman who feel for someone.....who didn't fall for me....

I sat at the spot where I first met him....outside the library....with the book he had given me...

While he waved at the townspeople.....with a beautiful woman on his arms who held a large smile...

I had fallen for a prince.....who was set to marry a princess from a kingdom far away....

I thought he was a grand gentleman with high class...well he is.....but a fair prince on top of it...

I buried the love I had held for him inside my withering heart....while he went away to marry someone he actually loved. I wished I was told in advance that he was in love....or maybe I was so blind that I took his kindness for acts of love.

He was said to marry the gorgeous woman and later have 5 wonderful children....while I sit in a cottage...waiting for him...

Was it stupid of me to wait for someone who would never come back? Why...yes indeed I was...and still am. I'm 65 as I finish out this letter....

Hopefully....in another life....I can find him again...

The man who made me happy without even trying....and the man who made me cry while living his destiny....

Maybe we weren't supposed to be with each other....maybe I was just supposed to be a friend and nothing more....

Whoever finds this...maybe you'll find your soulmate....and maybe I'll be with my soulmate in that life....

My soulmate.....who wasn't meant to be....

Sincerely, Anastasia

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"Yea...just reading a letter!"

"I'm coming.....Taehyung..."