Jessica Cambrook, 23 Jul '12

John
I never stopped thinking about you. Not once. Not even when my darling, loyal wife Susanna found out. I had to break things off for the children, of course, but I kept our letters as a small act of devoted rebellion. There was more passion interwoven in our words than I had experienced in a twenty year marriage to Suzie. She paled in comparison to you. My paintings had more life when you were around. You were my beautiful, fiery muse.

Susanna
I never found out who you were. Now, I have no one to ask. Oh, John thought I didn't know where he hid those letters. The two things he kept dearest to his heart were stored in his art box, the awful reminders of your affair and his painting tools. All those letters were signed in the same way, "Forever yours". Who were you? Were you prettier than me? Younger? More intelligent? Without my sister Elizabeth's support, I would have crumbled. She held me close as I cried at John's funeral. I just hope that in the afterlife it is me he chooses, not you. He can't have us both there.

Elizabeth
How can I deal with your death when there is no one on this Earth I can turn to? You changed me, John. I never stayed with anyone longer than a few weeks before I met you. If you had been single we would have been married within weeks. True soul mates. I never stopped loving you. Even at your funeral, comforting my grieving sister Suzie and missing you secretly, terribly, I wished to be with you again. Forever yours.