A Modest Proposal

To My Dearest Ernest,

I write this to you, blushing and grinning at the prospect of us spending the rest of our lives with each other.

While pondering your union with mamma, one of my dearest carriage men has just offered me a delectable dish of fresh scones with jam and a pot of English breakfast tea to bide my time.

I sit here alone in this carriage with diary, pen and the urge to run back to you to be embellished with your words of love and the ritual of your proposal. However, during this moment of separation, I have some time to reflect. At this very moment instead showering me with promises of endless love and devotion I am under the assumption that you are being interrogated by mamma regarding our potential marriage. I am confident that she

This is my chance to share my thoughts and current emotional state. I feel that writing you a letter regarding this topic seems quite respectable in my opinion as spoken orally, I may become lost for words.

Walking away from you after mamma sent me to the carriage was heartbreaking…

It was impossible for me to avert my eyes from yours. I could stare into the mesmerising blue eyes of the person who is now my greatest opponent, the person who would keep me alive at his own expense for the rest of my days. Only I could know that your eyes are not only blue, but a celestial phenomenon. Like the nebulae found in a galaxy, the light of unnamed stars diffused through dusts and elements of endlessness. Layers of light. Your blue eyes are starlight. Your eyes are the feature I have fallen in love with and are as earnest as the word.

“My ideal has always been to love some one of the name of Ernest. There is something in that name that inspires absolute confidence. The moment Algernon first mentioned to me that he had a friend called Ernest, I knew I was destined to love