EPISTOLARY NARRATIVE

Epistolary Narrative

Epistolary Narrative

My dear Wife,

As I write this letter to you my love, my eyes fill with tears of sorrow and distress. This burning sensation of fear and sorrow of the unknown is ravaging inside me and I'm unable to control it. I write to you on short notice, to inform you of the news that will soon be ending my treacherous life very shortly. But please dear, I beg of you to not worry too much about me, as this is the consequence caused by my very own hands, but I wish this letter will try and bond this vast void in time so that you may be at peace without me. However, many things have happened since I wrote to you, and these things you must know.

It all started 4 weeks ago when the battle between the Norwegians and us was about to begin. I was there assisting Macbeth and Banquo strategies the battlements and how it was to be executed. That day was long and sizzling hot. Our wishes turned into reality and nightfall fell sooner than we expected. My love that night before the battle the moon was more beautiful than ever before, it kindled and twinkled throughout the weary night. It kindly reminded me of you my dear and the sad loneliness I had endured without you. The moon light had illuminated the battlefield and it served as a beacon of hope for me as it reminded me of you.

I believe that loving someone means feel at one with him. But I also think love is to give the other the freedom to be the person he wants to be. Love, in fact, is to respect each other, respect their choices and limits. I want our love relationship is a wonderful island where either we like to relax ... in the arms of the other. I want our love story is a sky without storms. Of course there will be some clouds in both our lovers' paradise. But I want you and me, we never forget that the sun always comes to those who can be patient. By this letter I also tend to ask you to forgive me. I apologize for some of my behaviours and some of my imperfections: my anger, my little addictions that you insupportent, my jealousy sometimes excessive (but who is also a proof of love), my chronic bad mood (Gorz, et., al., 2009, pp. 24-31). Despite ...