A Gentleman's Discovery:

My sweet, 
       
      The moon and I had a conversation about you last night: I went for a stroll and paused on the bridge just under the moon's glow. I looked at her reflection beneath me and asked her why I must suffer so. I had no thought whatsoever of her answering me back, I assure you. But then she told me something rather astonishing. She told me that you, my love, have been waiting your whole life to be loved as I love you; but that you must come to it on your own terms. And so I shall be patient, dear love, until you are ready to see me as I am. 
      I know this life has been a very difficult one for you, and you have stood at the brink of despair and refused to let it take you. If ever there has been any braver deed, I am not aware of its existence. 
     Yours is the soul mine longs for. Last night as I stood in the light of the moon, capturing its beauty in my memory, I suddenly knew hers must be a sister to your soul. For there could not be two such beautiful creations with no connection to one another. 
      Have you ever stood under the light of the moon, darling? She whispered to my soul answers to questions I'd never voiced--yet they were the most desperate kind. Questions like you, sweet heart, and if ever there was a hope of you. 
      There was a connection of souls under that light, and I can't help but think, did you feel it too?
      I shall wait a little longer for you, love, for I have felt a soul who knows ours and I know that I have a chance with you yet.

             Please: thank the moon for me,
      Your hopeful love


Thomas knew he could never send this one. But if felt better to get some of that overwhelming sentiment out of his system. It was almost too much for him to handle, a new hope of her.
      Perhaps he could count on Percival.
      Perhaps.