May 7th, 1881
My dearest Lissa,
I sit here shaking,
I listen to your cries of pleasure and I reel with passion. I hear your soft moans and I collapse into a sea of peace. I sense your exhaustion and I sink into my chair, my mind, my spirit; lost within existence, found within your love; forever to be held by the goddess of my fate.
I’m tired of the life I’ve led, doors opened and closed over and over. I’ve taken the door I closed on our love and thrown it into a burning pyre; my fear and all things that demand a life spent alone along with it. I wish not to be alone for you are my truth. My love for you; hot, burning; at times out of control; at times so calm as to rock a baby to sleep. There are so many virtues, but mine is dying in your arms, finding that which we’ve always had, will always have.
I will only apologize once today. This one regret, one failing; that it took me so long to find you. Yes, I found you but it was your knowing that opened the door, the door that is no more. I see those three words you wrote so long ago and have quite a different answer then the first I gave you..
Who am I?
The only one that matters
I love you
As I always have
Archie
