My world and all its meaning,
Where have you gone? I have come to look for you in the shadows of twilight. You are not there. I have come to seek you in the hills of Terisgrad. You are not there. I have come to search for you in the memories that I have kept in my heart and though nothing can cleanse my soul of your divine image, I fear that I am forgetting the sensation of your evanescing touch.
Näranet touched my hand just before I began writing to you. Asenä, how can I lose you more than this? I believed I would have found you at least in the touch of another woman, but to no avail. I feel myself long for you. I do not want her to touch me and I assure you I have not even brought myself to kiss her hand. Even to know other women feels unimaginable to me. You are the only woman I will ever know.
And may I dare ask such a thing from you, my goddess? Let it be so that every time someone confesses their love to you, you imagine this poor mortal, your servant. Take everything away from your mind, erase your memory of everything else if you must and imagine me.
I beg you, please, imagine me and I will do the same. But only come home and cure me of this agony and then this futile imagination can die in peace as we live. Until then I will be always.
Imagining you,
Ejsra
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