’[…] to fill this void where I can never be sure a heart did once beat, and wonder if I might be your only chance to tear down those walls you’ve built around yourself’

adventuresinstorybrooke:

Graham’s Letter to Emma (From the OUAT Facebook App):

My Dear Emma,

It’s strange the things you find when you’re not looking for them.

I’ve been drifting through my own life, cut off from feeling for others or letting them feel for me. I wasn’t looking for anyone to snap me out of this lonely existence—or didn’t realize I was—until I met you. And what a curious person to bring all this to light. You go through life at a distance from those around you. It’s ironic, or maybe fitting, that we’d get close to no one. Except maybe each other.

The difference is, you do it by choice. And I can’t think of a sadder reason to love someone than because they also cannot truly love. And yet…well, maybe those aren’t the words for a letter.

You may be my only chance to feel again, to fill this void where I can never be sure a heart did once beat, and wonder if I might be your only chance to tear down those walls you’ve built around yourself. But if it is, my greatest wish is that we be together.

Yours,

Graham

Listen to me, Graham. You have a heart. I can prove it.

imaginaryhat:

Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes one half of your otp dies instead.