Dear Marius,

I have waited for a very long time to tell you how I really feel. It has taken me this long to write this letter to you because I haven't had enough courage to tell you the truth. I would rather not tell you because I am frightened of what your reaction might be but now that I've started this letter, there's no way out of it. I must finish the letter.

From the first day I met you I knew I loved you. You probably didn't feel anything when you first saw me. And if you did, it was probably, "What's that? Some filthy girl living on the street". That's most people's reaction to me. But when I saw you, my heart leaped and all my troubles in the world were gone. I no longer cared that my father was screaming at me constantly, or that I didn't really have a home like most people, or that I was dressed in rags. You were the only thing that mattered in my life. When we first met properly, I was terrified of talking to you. I was afraid I would say something offensive or stupid without meaning to at all.

But a few months later, when you saw Cosette, I could see your reaction. You knew she wasn't just a worthless girl like me. You knew that you loved her; you knew that she meant something to you, and you knew that you had to meet her.

You and I had become good friends since we met. Having you as a friend was nice, Marius, don't get me wrong. I need all the friends I can get sometimes. But because it was you, and because I'm in love with you, being friends just wasn't enough for me. And I looked across the street at Cosette, and sure enough, her eyes were as enchanted as yours were. When she was gone, you came to me, your friend Eponine, and asked me to find her for you. You had to be with her. Or else your world wasn't complete. I knew exactly how you felt at the time. You knew that you had to meet her and be with her all the time to fill that hole in your life that had always been there. That's exactly what I was feeling for you. You're probably wondering why I brought you and Cosette together when I have the strong feelings for you inside of my soul. It was because I wanted you to be happy, Marius. Because, if you were happy, then it somehow made things right in the world. I needed you to be happy, even if it had to be with Cosette.

Marius, I truly love you.

Eponine

After signing her name, Eponine read her letter and tore it up into pieces. She tossed it into the Seine, walked on home, and it was forgotten. Marius would never know how she really felt.

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