Rediscovering the truths

  Dear John, I know you'll be very upset by the time you read this letter. But darling you know, no matter how many times I live this moment, I'll still make the same choice to help you with no regrets. Yes I have been detected with pneumonia and I don't have much time left however I want to spend my remaining time falling in love with you once again. So please do not come after me. In my last moments I'll think of you as I close my eyes, I'll relive each and every moment we've spent together. I want to thank you sincerely for the care you've showered on me all these years and I'm so sorry I couldn't understand your pain even after living with you for years. I wish I had reached out to you more, comforted your pain but alas it seems I was too late. I don't want you to see and suffer through the same pain twice. Please know that I'll always be with you. Be happy John, be happy for us. -love  Rose "..." "Grandpa, so what happened...

  Year 1949 Rose 11th November, 1955 was the day when me and John finally got married. It was one of my happiest moments of life. He got down on his knees with tears in his eyes, he proposed. Who know that this stalker, the guy who knew my more than I knew myself would be able to win my heart and make it his own. There were many times, I felt John would hide a deep sorrow within himself and something about that would always make me nervous. It was truly strange, he would keep checking up on me every single day, my smallest of cough would send him into panic. It's had started to worry me. One night I found John writing something in his journal, he had a sad aura arround him as if he were counting his days, there was a far away look in his eyes. I approched him, "Are you okay? You seem a bit down, everything alright , can I help you in some way?" "I'm fine just tired, you don't have to worry about anything, just promise me that you would not leave my side"...

Year 1943 John I was concerned. Rose's coughing fit had increased ten fold. No matter how many times I suggested her for us to visit a doctor, she always declined saying that she was okay. But I knew she was growing week and frail. Me on the other hand, I was surprisingly making good progress with my invention. It was as if she was my lucky charm. ... I was working as usual when I heard a loud *thud* come from the kitchen. I rushed in only to find Rose sprawled on the ground with drops of blood everywhere. I took her in my arms, I wuldn't believe what I was seeing, my heart leaped to my throat. My panic kept rising in my chest, unable to form senetnces as I held her, terrified to lose her. She said in the faintest voice, "I know how this looks, but don't worry, everything's going just as planned". "Planned? What are you talking about? You are sick we need to go to a doctor!" "No! Listen to me, what I am about to tell you. I am from the future. ...

Year 1942  Rose It has been a year since I've started interacting with John. I gave him ideas while he worked his magic. He was charming, witty, smart and most importantly handsome. I watched as John worked on my latest blueprint. He was covered in dust with his slightly long brown hair tied up in a small pony, his sleeves folded up, showing his tan skin and beads of sweat trickling his forehead.  "Hey, you are staring as if you plan on burning a hole through me!" He smirked, "Like what you see". I rolled my eyes and hurried off to the kitchen. I couldn't let him see me turning into a tomato. I fumbled through some ingredients and put together a sandwich. I knew how John would sometimes forget to eat or drink while working. That's how focused he would be. I felt proud to be in the same room as him. He didn't understand how much talented he was. He was perfect. My kind of perfect. I grabbed the tray of freshly cooked cookies and stepped in to the livi...

"Grandpa, Tell me more about yours inventions!" "Yes... I was an inventor once, *scoffs* what a fool I was...". "Why do you say that? Aren't inventors really cool!" He adjusted his glasses to take a better look, "Mateo... was it? I once thought I could play with time. Only to have it play me" "....", Mateo sat excitedly. John started rocking in his chair as he closed his eyes remembering, "It all started in 1941..." Year 1941 John I sat down unable to drown all the noise inside my head. I spent years trying to invent the machine , I even refused other projects because of this one dream, a dream that could make history. They were right...with no investors, no money, I'm here wasting away with hunger and desperation. Is this how it ends for me? I lost my balance and almost tripped on the stairs when a hand grabbed a hold of me. Everything was a blur, my vision slowly stared to fade with the last thing I remember was som...