Dear Jayce

The Letter

To my dearest Jayce,

How do I love thee?

Doth my mind fill with sorrow whenever thou part ways from oneself?

Ay, it does.

Axiomatically,I am not quite sanguine on how to confess this matter.

Always my heart aches for you, and my mind gives me the doubtful consolation that one day, thou may love myself, the way myself loves thee.

I have accompanied thee hitherto, but my time is terminated.

As the pale moonlight shines upon my yet to be awaited fate,

My heart fills with sorrow as I have yet to depart to my own dismal sepulchre.

You see, I will be joining the great majority in the next impending months.

As I push up the daisies, my mind will be filled with nothings but ones of thyself.

My tree of life has sprouted, yet my branches were shorter than those of my peers.

So many leaves I had left yet to grow,

So many seasons I had yet to experience.

Henceforth, thou shall bloom and blossom into an

abundance of ideas, philosophies and fame

germinating all of those around thy self.

Thou hath to live a long time yet, Talis.

An eternity without me.

Thou will look into the blank expressions of passersby,

hoping for something that will, for an instant,

bring me back to you.

Thou will find moonlit nights strangely empty as,

when you call my name through them,

there will be no answer.

Without thee by my side, I wouldn't have sprouted.

In fact, my tree would have died long ago.

I am not determined to die on a melancholic note.

So, with that, I must note one thing:

I love you, Jayce Talis.

From Viktor