My love,

As I sit here, staring at the page, thinking of the words to write, I find that either I don’t possess the vocabulary necessary, or the words simply don’t exist. I know in my heart that you and I can never be together. I’ve accepted this fact and I’m slowly learning to live with it. Our separation would be easy if there had been some readily quantifiable cause behind it, but there wasn’t. You and I can’t be together because of you are, and what I am.

You are the embodiment of purity. Your beauty is matched only by your personality, and both are more amazing than words can describe. Even though you possess an intelligence that would rival even the greatest scholars, your eyes betray a childlike innocence that makes you as much a mystery as an example. There is no aspect of you that I don’t love. However it is my love, that is the problem.

Whereas you are a creature of unfailing reason and sagacity, I am something else. Long ago I turned my heart over to the darkness that consumes my soul. Were I a stronger man, I could’ve fought harder to maintain my sense of self. Now the only thing that remains of the man you knew, is my love. How cruel the gods are that that is the one part of me that remains.

So I write this to you, not as an explanation or excuse for my behavior, but simply as a clear statement of the way things must be. For while light dark may spend eternity chasing each other, by their very natures that can never be together. The same is true you and I. So I will remain here in the darkness, loving you for all time. It is only in my dreams now were you and I can be together, in the shadows between light and darkness, where who I am fades and all that’s left is the man you needed me to be.

                                                                                                Loving you always from afar,

                                                                                                                                  Me.