Post by Adi Baudelaire on Feb 17, 2012 4:31:15 GMT -5
A tear stained letter, Adi's writing was neat, and tidy in a light cursive:
Joker,
I told you I was leaving, but I don't think you would have remembered it, so I wrote you this letter, to fully explain myself because you deserve that much. I killed the Master, so as in tradition I must chose to take over, or give the title to someone else. I've decided to take the Master title.
(there is a line here that was blurred by tears, but it talks about Batman talking to her the night of the war.)
I see now what I should have seen then, and I understand fully, what you said to bats:
'It's hard to leave the first person who ever gave you any love, But it hurts even more to be denied by the first person you ever loved.'
I know why you wouldn't leave me, and I understand. I tried to pour my heart out to you, but I ended fucking everything up, I'm so sorry I could have been more loving, more articulate about how I felt. I was jealous of the bat. Because you two had something that I could never hope for, he's your soulmate in a sense. The other side of your card, and I know that. You love him, I know you do. And he loves you, he's accepted that you are the other side of his card, you should have seen the way he spoke to me, almost begged me to let you go. My heart hurts so much everytime I think of that, knowing that you two are in love, and I am in the way. You may love me, but you loved him first. You were the first love for me, the first person that gave me back love, you gave me so much happiness, and Joy. But honestly I was too weak for you, my emotions too unstable, I'm sorry I made you love me, because this is the hardest thing I've had to say to you, and I couldn't even say it face to face, that should prove how weak I am. I don't deserve you, you deserve someone who can be strong for you at all times, someone that can be there for you and love you in a way that I fear I may have never been able too.
Maybe in another life time, I could have been that strong love you needed, but this just wasn't it. I will aways love you, but you need someone elses love now.
(the lines here are blurred by tears also, but they probably don't matter, they talk about her love, but how she ruined it.)
So you see, I want you to be happy, go with bats. Don't worry about me, please forget about me, don't let me be that bad memory, that one love, let Bats take that spot please. I never wanted to lose you, but by the time I realized I was losing you, I didn't have the strength or bravery to fight for you, and I am so sorry. I don't hate the bat anymore, because I realized some time ago, you deserve him, so I'm stepping down so you can give someone more deserving your heart. I don't want you to be sad, because I love you too much to ever want to see such bad emotions from you.
(This part is to damaged to read, but the sentance, "when we first met" can barely made out...it might be the story of how they met.)
I've always heard if you love something let it go, so this is what I'm doing, I love you, so I'm letting you go.
Take care of yourself,
Adianna Lynn Baudelaire.
Joker,
I told you I was leaving, but I don't think you would have remembered it, so I wrote you this letter, to fully explain myself because you deserve that much. I killed the Master, so as in tradition I must chose to take over, or give the title to someone else. I've decided to take the Master title.
(there is a line here that was blurred by tears, but it talks about Batman talking to her the night of the war.)
I see now what I should have seen then, and I understand fully, what you said to bats:
'It's hard to leave the first person who ever gave you any love, But it hurts even more to be denied by the first person you ever loved.'
I know why you wouldn't leave me, and I understand. I tried to pour my heart out to you, but I ended fucking everything up, I'm so sorry I could have been more loving, more articulate about how I felt. I was jealous of the bat. Because you two had something that I could never hope for, he's your soulmate in a sense. The other side of your card, and I know that. You love him, I know you do. And he loves you, he's accepted that you are the other side of his card, you should have seen the way he spoke to me, almost begged me to let you go. My heart hurts so much everytime I think of that, knowing that you two are in love, and I am in the way. You may love me, but you loved him first. You were the first love for me, the first person that gave me back love, you gave me so much happiness, and Joy. But honestly I was too weak for you, my emotions too unstable, I'm sorry I made you love me, because this is the hardest thing I've had to say to you, and I couldn't even say it face to face, that should prove how weak I am. I don't deserve you, you deserve someone who can be strong for you at all times, someone that can be there for you and love you in a way that I fear I may have never been able too.
Maybe in another life time, I could have been that strong love you needed, but this just wasn't it. I will aways love you, but you need someone elses love now.
(the lines here are blurred by tears also, but they probably don't matter, they talk about her love, but how she ruined it.)
So you see, I want you to be happy, go with bats. Don't worry about me, please forget about me, don't let me be that bad memory, that one love, let Bats take that spot please. I never wanted to lose you, but by the time I realized I was losing you, I didn't have the strength or bravery to fight for you, and I am so sorry. I don't hate the bat anymore, because I realized some time ago, you deserve him, so I'm stepping down so you can give someone more deserving your heart. I don't want you to be sad, because I love you too much to ever want to see such bad emotions from you.
(This part is to damaged to read, but the sentance, "when we first met" can barely made out...it might be the story of how they met.)
I've always heard if you love something let it go, so this is what I'm doing, I love you, so I'm letting you go.
Take care of yourself,
Adianna Lynn Baudelaire.
