Dear Mr. Darcy,

Elizabeth Bennet’s long overdue letter to Mr. Darcy

Dear Mr. Darcy,
This letter is not easy for me to write. I have been putting it off for quite awhile now, but I need to write it. I need to write it for you, and I need to write it for me.

First and foremost, I shall swallow my pride, and apologize. Please forgive me for misreading you. I was caught up with myself. I was caught up in my pride. I was caught up in my vanity. I was caught up with Mr. Wickham. All I wanted to be was desired. Mr. Wickham did desire me. Or at least I thought he did. That was all a sham. His vanity desired my attentions. Like my vanity desired his attentions, so really we are one in the same, Mr. Wickham and I. And you loved me through it all and despite it all. You loved me despite my vanity and my pride; while I blamed you for pride that I really knew nothing about. Please forgive me.

Next, I want to thank you. Thank you so much for loving me despite it all. Thank you for pursuing me. I realize now that the desire wasn’t enough. Desire without pursuit is nothing. You pursued me after I so harshly rejected you (or as Kathleen likes to say, after I was a total B.) You pursued me in a way that could be special only to me and me alone. You didn’t merely desire me. You loved me: quirks, attitude, spirit, lack of piano skills (or not any), and all. I cannot thank you enough for that.

You are a man. A man after my own heart.

And by a man after my own heart I mean you are not passive. I have had more than enough passivity in my life. I am no longer amused by it. How was I ever amused? Passivity is not attractive by any means. I would go on, but I will save you from the hot mess that seeps from my bitterness. Nobody wants to read that.

You are intentional. Pursuit: How can there be anything else? And you keep pursuing me to this day.
By man after my own heart, I mean you are not cryptic. You say what you mean. I need that.
By man after my own heart, I mean you are flawed, but you are willing to work at it.

By man after my own heart, I mean you put up with my strong spirit, (some might call it difficult) and you love it.

Mr. Darcy, I could go on, but let me save the public domain from the sappiness.

My sincerest apologies and firmest gratitude,
Elizabeth Bennet
(and special commentary and input by Kathleen)

Dear Mr. Wickham,

Just a brief preface. So I have been on a Pride and Prejudice mood for the past couple of weeks. Who am I kidding? I am always in a Pride and Prejudice mood. Partly because I have never related so much to a character as I do to Elizabeth Bennet. Anyway, I decided to write a letter to the dear Mr. Wickham from Elizabeth's point of view (and my own). This letter might seem harsh, but Elizabeth (I) is only speaking truth. And if you read this and think, wow, what a bitter and harsh letter, I will have you know that Mr. Darcy's letter is coming, and it will look totally different from this one.

Dear Mr. Wickham,

I do not appreciate you coming into my life with your charm and striking good looks. I have been most deceived by your demeanor. You seemed so intentional. You talked to me about your life, and I listened. I talked to you about my life and you listened and you took note and you remembered. However, I realize now that this was all an act. I looked forward to our conversations and encounters, but I was most deceived. I was just another object of your not-so gentlemanly affections. I should have noticed all along. It was all about you and your vanity. Could you manipulate women to pity you and give their affections to you? Yes, you could. And you did. And you still do. I was blind at first, but I am no longer deceived. Mr. Wickham, I suggest that perhaps you should take a look at your faults and refine them for they are not so much or in anyway endearing to me. I only wish the others could see what I see in you, which is the truth, and that truth is your selfishness far exceeds your selflessness.

In other words, Mr. Wickham, you are a complete tool. You think because you are charismatic and attractive, that you can treat women however you want. Like they are just objects in your little game. You wonder how many women you can mess around with. How many women will find you attractive? It is all a search to see who will get you furthest in life. You sweep through and hurt women. You are raising their hopes and then crushing their spirits as you leave them behind. You are not guarding anyone’s heart. Listen here, player, player, I suggest you get real and get right with your intentions if you want any real and true relationship in your life, and if you don’t care about that, I still suggest you stop because I am not okay with you breaking girls hearts.

My Sincerest Wishes,
Elizabeth Bennet