"My Dearest Agatha,

You might never read this, but if you do, I will never forget you. I hope you're doing fine out there without me, it's been quite a long time we don't see each other, but I've heard of you, you are married now, right? Is he being nice to you? I don't even know his name, but I think he must be an outstanding man, to deserve a place in your heart. I had one too, but I don't know if it's still the same. I regret. You can't imagine how I wish that was me, how I wanted to see you walking towards me in a long white dress, you can't merely imagine how I wish I could have made you happy. I can't stand to the view of him opening his arms and holding you close tonight, because I know that I can love you more than this. Much more. But somehow I let it slip away and then I wanted to fix things, believe me, but it was too late, it was like trying to catch smoke with my bare hands.

I did to you what I never meant to. I broke you. I let you down. I told you to forget me, but deep inside I was asking you to chain my wrists and never unleash me, until I realise the outrageous action of mine. But I thought it was best, I thought I'd be fooling you if I kept that for any longer, I thought I'd be making you waste time, I thought I was unworthy of you. You may be asking yourself the reason for all these feelings and that's what I am going to answer you now.

A few days before we broke up, I went to the doctor to show him some results, I'd noticed some strange things happening to me, so I looked up for him and he asked me those exams. I discovered that I was sterile. Yes, I couldn't give you a child and I know you wanted at least one, I felt like I was not enough for you, I felt like I had to free you for you to follow your dreams. it was foolish from me, but I felt devasted when I came across that, I wasn't capable of having sons or daughters of my own, of our own. That's why that day I exploded up and broke up with you. The day after, I realised what I've done and I noticed I had to claim your forgiviness, I saw that you would understand and you would support me, because you loved me, like no one else did, so I ran to your frontdoor with all the papers and results, but when I arrived, you weren't there. I sat on the sidewalk to wait for you, I couldn't lose this chance, I couldn't lose you. It was 6:00pm and I waited until over the midnight, but you didn't come back. I went home, but I couldn't sleep, the morning next, we had to present a song on trials in Public to see if we get our chance in Music. We sang "torn" and that song related to me in the moment, I was feeling lonesome because I never imagined to do that in your absence and we got a part in a Talent Show. 

At night, I went to yout front door once more and you weren't at home, all the lights were down and your parents car weren't on the garage. I waited the whole night there, it was my last shot, on the next morning I'd be packing my bags to go to the Talent Show and I had no idea of when I'd be sseing you again. Then you went to College and I praticaly lost my hopes of telling you the truth behind all the dumbshit I've done. We became famous, we started traveling throughout the whole United Kingdom, and then Europe and then the world! Everything was happening so fast, faster than my thoughts and my feelings, all those fans, all the shows and the papparazzis, all the fame. They never knew my story, just my four best friends, my band's coleagues: Harry, Louis, Niall and Liam. They helped me through, without them I wouldn't have made even a day on my own. And then my parents told me you were engaged. I sort of cried for a week, but I bet you've cried lots more when I did that, so it was a type of punishing for me, and my pain became worse.

I miss you, I miss your voice, your face, I miss your smile, and I still shad a tear every once in a while, I miss our late night talkings, I miss the way you used to understand my with not even a single word from my part, you've got that something, I don't know how to explain, Agatha. My heart will never let you go.

I don't know if we will turn to see each other in this life, but I desperately wish we could. I wanted to hold you next to me and sing to your ears like I used to do when you were scared, I wanted to look you in the eyes and feel that it's forever, I wanted to have you here by me every day of my life, I wanted to sing to you all the songs we composed and in which I made verses thinking of you, I wanted to show you the world and to show you the best of me. I wanted to make things better.

But I just needed you to now, you deserve to. You deserve to know what you probably have never understood. How could I have been so blind? Can you forgive me for that? I wish you could. For now, I say goodbye in hopes I may find you once more and make you feel my love. But this is not farewell, after all. I love you, Agatha, until the end of time.

'Oh, continue to love me, never misjudge the most faithful heart of mine.

Forever thine.

Forever mine.

Forever ours.

                                                 Ludwig Vön Beethoven'

                                     With my heart in hands,

Zayn Malik."

Dobrei a carta em prantos. Não tive condições de dizer ou fazer nada, mas ele nem precisava pedir, eu o perdoo, hoje e sempre.