The Pathetic Fallacy

My dear Olaf,
The sea is beautiful today.  It soothes my soul to watch the boats
bobbing on the waves as they come ashore.  The sailors are so brave.
Oh Olaf, if only you could see the sea today.  Spring has arrived, and
with it the cherry blossom and birdsong.  Do you remember?  Can you
remember?
I watched the boats and remembered.
I felt joy, briefly.
With hope,
Nikita

My dear Olaf,
Today, I watched the boats again.  It seems strange that anything can
lift my spirits after all that we have lost, but somehow these boats,
with their brightly coloured sails, remind me that life goes on.  Today,
a party of schoolchildren ran towards the harbour, singing and dressed
up against the still biting wind.  It was beautiful.  Do you remember
the songs we used to sing?  Before the end?
I felt joy, briefly.
With hope,
Nikita

My dear Olaf,
Now that the snow has nearly gone, flowers are appearing everywhere.  I
gather them in the forest where the woodland folk used to gather.
Today, the sea was rough.  The boats tossed on foaming waves.  I could
hear shouts and laughter from the sailors.  The sea will be there long
after us; long after our tears have dried.  I imagined the sea could
carry my heart to you, wherever you are.
I felt joy, briefly.
With hope,
Nikita

Dear Nic,
For God's sake, we're from Dublin, not Russia.  What's the deal with the
bobbing boats?
Olly
PS You're still dumped