((Enclosed is a letter Dimitri is trying to get sent home, through the portal, to his Anya))
My dear Anya,
I hate choosing greetings for letters. They always sound so contrived. ‘Dear’ sounds personal, but yet at the same time so overused that it’s not personal anymore, and ‘Dearest’ is just a bit much.
That’s not really the point of this letter. Obviously. But I don’t really know what I want to say in it. I don’t know when things got so screwed up. We were happy, right? I know things were a little rough there, but when you left I thought we’d worked things out. I thought we were okay. But you never wrote me back.
I know it’s not that easy. There’s something wrong with the portal, maybe you couldn’t get a letter through, but was it like that since you left? Because I didn’t know until she showed up a few month later, and I’m sure my letters were sent.
That’s not the point of this either. Just forget all that. I know something happened and you can’t get back to me, and I can’t get to you, but if this letter gets to you I just want you to know that I’m trying. I’m doing everything I can to find you again. I know we had some rough times, and maybe we weren’t always happy, and I know I didn’t say it enough but I love you. I think I’ve loved you since we first danced on the boat. I don’t deserve you, I never have. I just hope you haven’t realised this too.