All Roads Lead To Yale - Epilogue
Epilogue
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14
Dear Blair,
The reason I wanted us to write letters for our anniversary is simple; I believe that letter writing is a lost art. As a romantic who loves classic movies, I thought you’d appreciate this more than an email, texts, voicemail or a card. Emails can be deleted, cards can be thrown away; a letter is a keepsake.
I’m writing this letter to you because I wanted to give you something personal. Something you can cherish and keep for years to show our children and grandchildren.
I know I’ve said this many times before, but I still pinch myself daily because I can’t believe we are together or have lasted this long. I am terrified that I’ll wake up one day to find you’ve gotten tired of me.
When I first got to know you in junior year, I told my Dad that you were a ninety-five pound package of girly evil - all fire and brimstone.
My Dad told me that you only acted that way for a reason. I didn’t believe him then; not too long after that, I told him that dating you would be sick. I guess I’m a really sick individual, eating my own words.
Sure, it’s nice hearing someone say I love you, but to read it in letter, knowing that someone took the time to write it - I think that’s more meaningful and permanent than any verbal renditions of I love you (not that I would stop saying it and I don’t want you to stop saying it either).
This is my record of my heartfelt devotion to you. I love you more than life itself and will continue to do so as long as you’ll have me.
Love
Dan
PS: Sorry I rambled; I tried not to, as I know how much you hate that.
Daniel, Daniel, Daniel,
I was surprised that you suggested we write letters to each other as part of our anniversary celebrations. It never seems to amaze me that you are the girl in this relationship.
Ok, I admit it, I cheated! I’m sorry but you’re such a good writer and I didn’t know what to write, so I asked Dorota to save all the trial letters you dumped in the trash. She also sneaked a peak at the final version whilst I kept you busy in the bathroom this morning. You love me and all my faults, right?
You told Rufus what?
All I can say is that, thou doth protest too much. You must have been in love with me or something? Does Serena know that all that time you were with her, you were secretly pinning for me? Not that I’m not flattered or didn’t expect it, I’m Blair Waldorf.
I must really be a glutton for punishment for putting up with you for the past four years. I also did myself the additional injustice of living together.
Dan, you know I love you. Loving you is something that I’ve never regretted and never looked back on. Because being with you means continuously moving forward to something bigger and better. Now I sound just as sappy as you. I hope you’re happy.
Love
Blair
Thanks for taking the time to read my fic :)