Dear Violet,
Or should I say Normal Teenage Violet Markey, Unremarkey-able Violet? At least that’s how you saw yourself, but for Finch, you were a symbol of life and hope. That’s why I believe you were named Violet, bound with flowers and springs, you nudge people to new beginnings. Later on, you would evolve to be the beginning of your new beginning itself.
All of these poetic poems appear beautiful but when the one soul who brings to you spring itself abandons you in the middle of nowhere, the only way to keep yourself breathing is to fall into the abyss of their memories, their moments, their promises– “No more winter at all. Finch, you brought me spring.”
You may be the unremarked-able Violet for yourself. For Finch, you offered him a purpose to wake up in the morning. He was planning out everything for you the whole time because he knew that once he was gone, life was going to get really hard for you. He was combating demons, imperceptible and concealed, even if you weren’t successful in saving him you made sure he departed with something that made him smile–because in the end, “We do not remember days, we remember moments.”
A person encounters a great amount of suffering to give up, but an even greater amount to keep going when you couldn’t protect the one you loved. We know that even today somewhere behind your chest, there will still be a tiny voice reiterating the same question every day, when you wake up and when you go to sleep– “You saved my life. Why couldn’t I save yours?
A pessimistic approach to life is every individual’s inherent trait, unknowingly, you fought with it too. Finch knew how you crumbled down on Eleanor’s death and what would be the consequence if you had to go through it again, but you forgave him for his choice. A tragic incident can shake a person entirely nevertheless, you had faith that if Finch had any other choice he would have stayed with you.
We could have admired a normal, typical, and clichéd tale expressing a common fictitious and uncommon realistic ending. Both of you helped us understand the power and powerlessness of love and the effect it has on humans. For generations, poets and artists lauded love as a remedy for one’s sorrow. Finch taught us that love isn’t everyone’s savior in distress. It, in not even the slightest way, reflected that your love did not carry the strength to save Finch, it was simply what Finch did not need to be saved. Sadly, he himself was incapable of figuring out what he truly needed.
On the other side, you taught us that even if love doesn’t save you, it nourishes you with the strength to combat your battles. Long after Finch left you, there was spring in your life because Finch grew that spring inside of you. You had all the reasons to give up, to stop trying, to keep surviving in that chasm without discovering your way out– but love, once again, strengthened you. Love may not always stand in front of us like a shield but it definitely stands beside us like support.
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