Dear Luca Balsa,
The man I loved so much.
The one dearest to me. How are you, my dear?
That doesn't matter at the moment.
Balsa, I hate you. You carefree bastard. You wonderful being. I hate you so much.
Yet why. Even after all we've been through, you continued to forget me. To ignore my feelings. To play such an oblivious act. My attempts of reaching your heart would never succeed.
I love you so much I hate you, Balsa.
I could never hate such a more loveable being as yourself.
You'd kiss my hand, gracing my knuckles with gratitude. You'd run your soft fingers through my hair, tucking it behind my ear and making sure I looked beautiful.
I only ever wanted to look beautiful for you.
How dare you ignore my feelings.
But did you truly ignore them? Had you returned such thoughts towards me?
Thoughts of us holding hands, thoughts of us walking together in the dead of night. Thoughts of us cuddling until we pass out in each other's arms.
Thoughts of us sealing the space between us until we run out of air.
Have you ever had those thoughts as well? I sure hope you did.
I've had those thoughts many times. Most of the time... During our dances.
Do you remember when we first met?
I hated you. I hated you so much, yet you made me love you. You made me love you, and you didn't even have to try.
I still believe nobody could win my heart. You're the only one that's tearing that belief open and throwing it away.
We danced. We danced and danced around the ballroom, and you danced so gracefully and so carefully. You seemed like a natural.
I had no idea how to dance, and you taught me everything your stupid, genius mind knew.
You held me so tight, it gave me warmth I never knew I needed. You shined so brightly, despite it being around midnight. The moon filled your eyes with wonderful glitter. I couldn't help but get lost in them constantly, despite telling myself many times I should not.
Until dawn, we spun beautifully around the ballroom, taking each step gently, as if we were feathers dancing on a lake.
It was gorgeous, Balsa. You. You were gorgeous.
I miss your wonderful presence.
Why would you forget me? How could you forget me?
It's all your fault for leaving me behind. Leaving me for your inventions... Your dream...
Scratch that. It's not your fault. It's my fault for not being able to let go.
Aren't I just so selfish? I'd strip you away from your dream if I could, just so you'd focus on only I.
A horrible, greedy boy I am.
How could you still be so kind to me? I'm so terribly needy. You continued to smile at me, you continued to help me, you were my light. You were the light that shone brightly whenever I needed you.
It seems the switch is broken, is it not?
The feeling you gave to me, I swore I'd never feel it again. It must just be a feeling of hatred, I thought. I must hate you so, I thought.
God, why am I always in the wrong?
You continued to care for me. I'm still ashamed for loving one such as you.
You are better than me. And I hate that I love it.
You've spent so much time in prison, you truly forgot my entire existence. I'm hoping this note will spark a memory.
The only thing I can remember are the tears I felt as you lightly kissed my knuckles through the metal bars of the cage you are trapped in.
It wasn't your fault, Balsa.
I love you.
Yours truly,
Edgar Valden.
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