My Dearest Angel,
The candlelight flickers upon this parchment as I write to you, and I pray that these words find you in good health and high spirits. My heart aches with the weight of distance that separates us, and yet, it beats only for you, with a fervor that time and space cannot diminish. How cruel it is that I must content myself with ink and paper when my soul longs for nothing more than to gaze upon your face and to feel the warmth of your touch.
Every morning, as the sun rises over the hills and bathes the world in golden light, I think of you. I imagine your hair catching the sunlight, each strand a thread of spun gold, and your eyes reflecting the endless sky. Your laughter echoes in my mind, a melody more beautiful than the finest symphony. In my dreams, you walk beside me, your hand nestled in mine, and in those sacred moments of slumber, I find the solace that reality so cruelly denies me. As I sit by the dim glow of a flickering candle, quill in hand, my heart aches with the weight of longing. The parchment before me is a poor vessel for the flood of emotions that rush through me, yet I must attempt to confine them within these ink-stained lines, lest they consume me entirely. Though miles stretch between us, my soul finds yours across the great expanse, tethered to you as the moon is bound to the tides.
It has been but a fortnight since last I beheld your face, yet time drags as though each day were a lifetime. The world feels lesser in your absence, its colors dull, its melodies hollow. The sun rises, and I find no joy in its golden light; the moon glows, and it but reminds me of the soft gleam in your eyes when you speak of dreams and whispered promises.
I recall, as though it were mere moments past, the way the autumn breeze played within your tresses, how the air carried the scent of roses and parchment as we strolled by the river’s edge. Do you remember how we laughed that evening, when a gust of wind sent the leaves tumbling like dancing courtiers at a grand ball? How foolish we must have seemed to the world, lost in mirth, lost in love. Yet I would trade a kingdom for but one moment more at your side, to see your lips curve into that sweet, knowing smile, to hear your voice weave its spell around my heart once more.
My love, I have oft wondered how the fates conspired to bless me with you. Did the heavens sigh upon our meeting? Did the stars align so that we might find each other in this vast, uncertain world? Whatever hand has guided our souls to intertwine, I offer my silent gratitude, for in you I have found my heart’s refuge. Your presence is my solace, your love my greatest triumph.
These days apart have made me keenly aware of all the ways you have changed me. Where once I wandered aimlessly, now I have purpose; where once I sought only my own comforts, now my thoughts are ever with you. You have taught me the depth of devotion, the strength in vulnerability, the beauty of unguarded affection. Without you, I am but a shadow of the man you have shaped with your gentle touch, your boundless kindness.
I long for the moment I may hold you once more. How cruel is fate that it allows love to bloom so brilliantly, yet forces it to endure such torment in absence? Every letter I pen is a lifeline, a whispered prayer that my words may reach you and wrap around your heart like the embrace I so dearly wish to give. Do you feel it, my love? Can you sense my devotion within each stroke of ink, each breath of longing that lingers upon this page?
I dream of our reunion, of the warmth of your hand within mine, the way your fingers trace idle patterns upon my skin as though memorizing the very essence of my being. I dream of the way your laughter fills the spaces between my ribs, stitching together the frayed edges of my soul until I am whole once more. I dream of the future we have yet to write, a tapestry woven of stolen glances, whispered confessions, and the quiet certainty that we belong to each other, now and always.
My beloved, know that each night, as I lay my head upon my pillow, my final thought is of you. And each morning, as the sun chases away the darkness, my first breath is taken with the hope that it brings me one step closer to you. This love, ours, is not one of fleeting fancy or fragile sentiment. It is a fire that burns unwaveringly, a beacon that shall guide us back to each other, no matter the storms that seek to keep us apart.
Until that blessed day, I shall continue to write, to dream, to love you with all that I am. And when we are together once more, I shall whisper into your ear all the words my pen fails to capture, and you shall know—beyond any doubt—that you are, and always shall be, my heart’s greatest treasure.
As I write this, I am reminded of the locket you once gifted me—a token of your love, which I keep close to my heart. I press it to my lips when the ache of missing you becomes unbearable, and in those moments, I swear I can feel your presence beside me. Love, they say, is but a fleeting fancy, a whimsy of the heart—but they are fools who utter such nonsense. Our love is eternal, unbreakable, forged in the fires of destiny itself. It is not mere passion, nor fleeting infatuation, but the very essence of who I am.
My beloved, promise me that you will wait for me, as I shall wait for you. Each day without you is a day spent in longing, but it is a longing tempered with the certainty that we shall be reunited. Until that blessed moment, I shall count the days, the hours, the very seconds that keep us apart. Know that my love for you is unwavering, as constant as the stars that shine above.
Yours, now and forever,
Your Miclin
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