Our sorrowful tale

November 14, 1525

My dearest bluebird,

It is with a grave heart and deep lament that I pen to thee this most urgent letter. With my trusty quill in hand, I sit beneath the mighty oak we once hath laid. And I know thou not careth about mine humble words, yet I have not another option. But perhaps, if thou can recall the way thou once felt lain in mine caring arms, thou canst open thy heart to me for but a moment. If thou couldst recall how time, though still, did slip away too swiftly when we were together—how the silence between us felt so comforting, how our laughter rang out with such merriment, and how sweet our love truly was. The tender bud we planted in the earth, which should hath bloomed into a field of flowers, remains a hope unfulfilled.

I miss thee like thou wouldst not believe. From the vast expanses of the universe, from thy dwelling to mine own, and every span of the distance ’twixt. I can not believe that thrice the year hath passed since I did last see thy visage. Yet thy beauty hath ne'er departed from mine mind, nor the grace with which though didst carry thy feminity. Upon a daily course, I recall the last time I beheld thee, and the solemn nature of our parting. How I should have held thee close and ne'er let go.

The day thou didst bid me farewell, and the manner in which thou ne'er didst look back, doth sit ill with me. Who was I, a humble man, to stand 'twixt thee and thy goals, when the fervent gleam in thine eyes and the path thou didst choose could never be swayed? Since thou didst depart, mine heart hath not known rest, and mine mind hath not forgiven me for not doing more, for ever making thee question if mine love was true and steadfast.

I wonder, in all this time apart, if thou hast ever rued our separation. Hath the thought of reunion ever stirred within thee, or hath it been thy strength to endure? Dost thou, like I, lie restless through the night, or dost thou slip into slumber untroubled? Like the twin flame we are, I ponder if thou too dost feel the weight of our distance, yet hold fast to the hope of our eventual meeting. That hope, dear heart, hath been my only refuge, the slender thread that hath kept me whole. Without it, I would surely be lost, adrift in the endless span of time, swallowed by the boundless ether of the heavens.

I envy the way thou didst depart from this dull place and venturedst to new lands. And albeit I wish I could behold thy successes with mine own eyes, word hath spread that thou art faring well. That thou art flourishing. The news of thy successes hath traveled to me. I rejoice in the knowledge that thou art thriving in a place where thy spirit may find its true home, yet I cannot help but lament that is not my side, as was my deepest hope. I too, in many ways, hath grown, but I am still bound to this humble land. And as mine soul grows weary, I doth know that change must cometh.

I thought myself a stray hound, yet I shall ne’er forgive myself for being chained to a land that no longer served me, driven by a selflessness that led only to my sorrow and my own undoing. I hath becometh twice the man I was when thou wert with me. It is my hope that one day thou shalt come to know this for thyself and behold it with thine own eyes.

In mine heart, I know that I have failed thee, and alas myself. The ache in my chest groweth ever so strong, as though the very divine forces are calling upon me to change, to right the wrongs I have committed. Until I see thee again, I shall find no peace, and sleep in torment, save in the hope that one day I may behold thee again, that we may do it aright this time, and that the morrow becometh forever.

And so, my dearest bluebird, to-night I shall dreameth of the day I doth set sail, to seek thee out in the place where thou hast made thine abode. That with courage, the tumultuous seas, shall no longer oppress me, for they are but a small price to pay to stand before thee once more. I shall not rest until I find thee, and I shall always seek the love we once shared. With so much time hath passeth, I believe that is hath shown the love I beareth for thee hath only strengthened.

When we are reunited, all the lonely years shall melt away, lost to the heavens above, and the angels shall not begrudge the taking of one of their own. I shall never again falter in the mistake of parting from thee, no matter how pure the intentions once seemed. Together, we shall dance through life’s tapestry, flourishing in the grace of our love, which shall find its home in every corner of this world. I shall cherish thee as a precious bloom, tending to thy growth, and bestow upon thee endless affection and devotion, unyielding and eternal.

I know not how to close this letter, for in this rare moment, thou shalt find me at a loss for words. All I can say is that with every breath, thy name doth fill my soul. With every thought, it is thee who lingers upon the edges of my mind, and with every step, it is with the hope that they lead me toward thee. I love thee more than thou wilt ever know, and with the right actions to match these words, I pray thou mayst see that it hath ever been thus. And I trust that a part of thee shall feel the truth in all I have spoken, for love cannot be true if it be not returned.

It shall ever be thee,

D