My beloved Raito,

How sweet is your skin... I taste it step by step, centimeter by centimeter, with my eyes. It makes me shiver inside. When you sleep and we got ourselves connected by chains, I see myself lost in thoughts. How lovely is your face when you sleep, when your eyes are closed and your mouth breathes softly. I wished I could let my hand flow, to reach your shoulders, to touch your hair, to feel your breath.
I wished I could wake you up with a kiss. Just as quickly as blinking eyes. You would never discover if it was real or if you were dreaming. Would you fall in love with me inside your mind? Would you make us together in your dreams? Would you wish to close your eyes to see us together while you are awaken?
I know, we can never be together, though we can't be appart by now. Time is running and running from you I am trying to be, but there's no escape: you are always by my side, always so quiet, so serious, so solitary... You make yourself alone, you don't even need anyone. You are so great and so strong, while I'm not even able to sleep, to eat anything but some candies - you know chocolate makes me better.

I mean... If I could, I would ask you to take me somewhere else. I would love if you hold my hand, if you guide me on your own way. Say "Follow me" and I'll be always following you, watching you, adoring you. I want to make your steps mine, I want to put my fingers between yours, I want to put my lips between yours, I want to taste your flavour.

I mean... If we weren't men or if we weren't almost enemies - as I'm 97 certain you're Kira -, would it be possible? I mean... Well... Somehow you could try to release me, you could try to see me not a nasty guy but a fragile one. Fragile because of your moves, your gazes, your words, your voice and your breath. You could easily read the poetries I try to make up in my eyes. They are always watching you, they are always paying attention to you because you're my investigation and my passion, my enemy and my beloved.

To finish... I would like to dare writing some three useless words. They don't have use because you couldn't keep them to yourself. My feelings, the feeling, about you. I adore you. I love you. But it doesn't mean so much to you.

Ok, here is the end. Finally, I think you would say.

Honestly,
L.

PS: Sorry for saying this just now.