I would have answered your letter sooner, but you didn't send one Picture.
— Now, how soon did you know that i was not dead?
— You wrote me a letter, Alfie.
"And in this strange and symbolic nature..."
"You have to call her."
"Where the pure angel merges with the antic sphinx..."
"I'm telling you. Call her ".
It is strange to think, I haven't seen you since a month. I have seen the new moon, but not you. I have seen sunsets and sunrises, but nothing of your beautiful face. The pieces of my broken heart are so small that they could be passed through the eye of a needle. I miss you like the sun misses the flower; like the sun misses the flower in the depths of winter. Instead of beauty to direct its light to, the heart hardens like the frozen world your absence has banished me to. I next compete in the city of Paris, I will find it empty and in the winter if you are not there. Hope guides me, that is what gets me through the day and especially the night. The hope that after you're gone from my sight, it will not be the last time that I look upon you. With love and with all my heart, forever your faithful knight Ulrich.
Letter to Jocelyn.
Clark. A few weeks should have passed by the time you read this. If you followed the instructions, you'll be in Paris on one of those chairs that never sit quite level on the pavement. I hope it's still sunny. Across the bridge to your right you will see L'Artisan Parfumeur. You should try the scent called Papillons Extreme. I always did think it would smell great on you. There are a few things I wanted to say and couldn't, because you would have got all emotional and you wouldn't have let me finish. So, here it is. When you get back home, Michael Lawler will give you access to a bank account that contains enough to give you a new beginning. Don't start panicking. It's not enough for you to sit around for the rest of your life, but it should buy you your freedom. At least from that little town we both call home. Live boldly, Clark. Push yourself. Don't settle. Wear those stripy legs with pride. Knowing you still have possibilities is a luxury. Knowing I might have given them to you has eased something for me. So, this is it. You are scored on my heart, Clark. You were from the first day you walked in with your sweet smile and your ridiculous clothes. And your bad jokes and your complete inability to ever hide a single thing you felt. Don't think of me too often. I don't want you getting sad. Just live well. Just live. I'll be walking beside you every step of the way. Love, Will.
Will’s last letter.
Fate was cruel to let us see each other. The reason I fled without speaking was because one word would have awakened so many things which should be left alone. Your life is in the open. Mine, henceforth, in the shadows. I can offer you nothing now. Forget me. Soon, perhaps, you will find a new destiny. Do not refuse it, I beg you. Stay alive for us, for our children. I take with me a piece of eternity, your smile as you slept.
«And so, Marty, I now say farewell|and wish you Godspeed. You've been a good, kind, and loyal friend to me... and you made a real difference in my life. I will always treasure our relationship and think of you with fond memories warm feelings and a special place in my heart. Your friend in time, Doc Emmett L. Brown. September 1, 1885.»
— I never knew I could write anything so touching.
— I know, it's beautiful.
Ten o'clock postman
Bring me her letter
Ten o'clock postman
Make me feel better.
Been so many days
Since that I've met her
Ten o'clock postman
Bring me her letter.
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