Good evening again, my sweet creature! What a coincidence… I have just changed my ink. As always, left alone with my thoughts, I travelled once more to find your form in the mist we all call “thoughts.”
You will naturally be wondering, “What does this madman want now?” — and truly, my madness is running wild around the latest events. This time, I managed to seek refuge in your company because my own waters have calmed. I can visit you only in moments of peace… only then can I give you the form you deserve.
What is different from all the other times, you may ask? Well… this time I remembered what it is like to open doors with nothing but your own hands. After a long while, I felt proud following a hard struggle. My instinct led me back to you. But do not rush to judge me… because you have changed too. Yes! Tonight I saw your face! Little by little, your form is becoming clearer. A serene face, with skin white as snow and soft as cotton. Eyes so clear that I can almost read your soul. Hair spun from threads of gold, reflecting the sun’s warmth and your devotion. Ah, but I must not dwell on your beauty. Only because… if you let me speak until tomorrow, I will make the most of it.
What made me happy, but also thoughtful, was the realisation… You are everything I longed for in my youth, when I was eighteen. When feelings moved faster than life. When, in the midst of violent changes to body and soul, during the time I felt most invulnerable… I wanted you beside me like an angelic presence. Even then, I was searching for peace…
Yet… just as I was about to caress your face, I saw my rough palm and drew back my hand so I would not hurt you… You looked at me in confusion and I smiled… in that moment, through your eyes, I saw my own smile, and it was no longer so bleak. You reached for my hand with a comforting look… and I saw the wounds that have not yet left me…
So many thoughts… so many feelings… but I will not look away… and something tells me that neither will you. This, then, is what I came to ask of you… Stay…