Grief -My Merciless Master

To My Dead Lover,


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  1. Dear Victoria,
    I cannot begin to relay to you the extent to which this piece influenced me-your writing dominated my thoughts for the majority of yesterday, leading me to question the world we live in today. Why must there always be death? Why is it that death afflicts those of the living, seemingly more heavily than it does than on those who had been victims of death? While this piece caused turmoil within my mind, it also gave me the opportunity to see the beauty within the love one may have for their deceased loved ones.

    Something that truly captivated my heart, in terms of your beautiful writing, was your description of eyes. This initially began from the beginning, where the writer of the letter was describing Alicia’s “warm brown eyes” which later set up for the power within the description of the eyes of the writer’s lover. My mind was filled with illustrations of beautiful eyes of a loving individual, the warmth which I perceived their eyes to be filled with; however, the first paragraph already imparted the information of the death of the loved one, and so, that was when I initially felt the sadness of the writer. From that point, I was helpless to your mastery of writing. There were various different moments where I was moved to pause, so as to gather myself, as well as to emotionally recover from the feelings that were conveyed to me.

    I found great genius within your writing, one of the most powerful instances being when the writer speaks of being “struck adrift in the thick of darkness”, comparing it to smoke. On the day of September 11, 2001, a large amount of people succumbed to smoke caused from fire; they were unable to breathe. The writer’s similar condition gave me the gift of being able to find a small sense of understanding, something which I feel that I will be unable to repay you for. Never once throughout this entire piece, did I ever find any wavering in the writer, which, by the end of this magnificent piece, led me to forget that it was a fictional piece. I could feel the writer’s reality, their sadness, their melancholy towards the death of their loved one. I found myself lost in this piece, and when I reached the end of it, I found myself scrolling back to the top, wanting to understand this writer to a greater extent.

    In terms of improvement, I find that I unfortunately have very little to offer. I feel that, given the writing that you were able to produce, you could have made use of the closing, as well as the signature of the writer. I’m unsure as to how you may implement these last parts of the letter to augment the effect of your powerful piece (perhaps something along the lines of, “Your loving Partner, (Writer’s Name).

    I’d like to thank you for writing such a piece, as it truly granted me the ability to immerse myself in the world, in the mind, of one who has experienced the death of a loved one to an event that was out of their control. Although this piece caused sadness within me, this was essential to find the significance of the love that can always be found around us. Thank you Victoria. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to try and feel the pain of loss that a lover may experience. Thank you for allowing me to read how the love that one feels for a loved one may live on regardless of death. Thank you for writing this piece, that gave me the gift of treasuring the loved ones I have around me.

    Thank you.

    Sincerely, and with the Greatest of Gratitude,


  2. Dearest Victoria,

    I completely agree with Rehman. You piece was so beautiful and heartbreaking at the same time, it made me cry on the inside. I loved the way you used imagery to enhance the emotions of the lover, like “the rain races down my window while tears race down my face, while all I wish is for the rain to wash away my pain”. When I read this, I thought about how scenes in literature and movies always seem to have rain during sad moments. I would love to see you use personification on the rain, like, “the quiet, understanding or sympathetic” rain so that nature can relate to the lover.

    What I really thought was interesting was the description of eyes, like Rehman said, the copper against sage eyes, had me thinking about people who love each other notice the small little details of their significant other, that not everyone else notices. And that they love those little small details. The lover distinctively remembers the partner’s eyes, and I really liked that idea. It was truly breathtaking.

    When you mentioned God, and how he took away the lover, I started wondering why God, or rather how could God be so cruel to take away someone so precious. It reminded me of the question I have always asked myself: What does God really do?

    When you wrote about 9/11 it was definitely an “oh” or realization moment for me, and it reminded me of I am Malala, which isn’t exactly one of my favourites but it was still beautiful just like your piece, so thank you for that.

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