Dear Sinbad:
Don't hate me for this, I ask you for it as a favour. This is my last request so give it to me, forget me.
Of course it isn't what I want but, it is the best for you. If I think about it in fact I'm causing the opposite effect. If I ask you for it in this way, my death will become in a wound which instead of heal will be burned in your memory with this letter and it'll be there forever. In that way you will never be able to forget me.
Yes, I'm egoist, but you're manipulative. Cause of that I'll let you all, my reproach, my regret and my desires, in this letter. It is a last will after all. Maybe is difficult for you to understand me, you always told me that it was, so I will be as clear as possible. I would hate that you have to ask for help to understand this letter.
Do you remember that time which you wake up after a party, that I had danced for you for first time, and founded yourself alone when you were sure that you haven't "sleep" alone? That "someone" was me. And others times came and every time you founded yourself alone in the morning.
I still remember you flirt with other women, even now my blood boil, so please if you fine the one who deserved your love, I don't care if is a man or a women, please, stop doing it. In that way you are being cruel, you know? Every time I thought "If you don't love me, then don't be kind with me". It is a really painful feeling, on one side I want to hate you, for the other side I want you just be kind with me. Am I being too possessive?
It would had been nice if had loved me like I loved you. Perhaps we could even have formed real family. I don't regret anything about my life, well, yes I do. I regret have hide the secret which come with this letter. I think that you can imagine who is the messenger, no? I might tell you later.
On this moment there are tears in my eyes, why? I'm not even sad... It must be the spring, you how it affects me.
I love you. I have never be able to tell you in person, but I think that now I could. It's a shame that it won't happens.
Do you remember what happens in that dungeon? That time when I was so weird, you were right, something happened but I'm not going to tell you what. I will take some secrets to the grave. You never can really know a person, you know? And specially you won't reach to know me completely, because I'm not blind by your bright light.
You could hate me for this but... feel the weight of truth on your shoulders. I know that I'm being an egoist, but although I'm sure that you know it, I'll confirm it to you. The young boy who has bring this letter to you is your son, yours and mine. That's why I disappeared.
Now you have a heir prince, look after him and teach him well, I have done what I can in the time that I had. Take care of our child and give him the father that he never had.
I'll go first and I'll wait for you there, but I don't want see you for a long, long time. And when you come here, I'd love that you bring thousand stories. I want that you tell me how are our grandchildren, if Adras is a good king. How's Ja'far? How's it going Drakon? Has Hinahoho finally lost his mind because of his children? You to tell me a lot of things...
I think it's time to say good-bye, don't you think so? I hope you have a long and good life. But have in account this, now you aren't living just for you, also for me.
I love you, never forget it.
Goodbye, Sinbad.
[First name]