Dear Saiya
After all we've been through, I still feel we've never been completely honest about us. I doubt we'll ever understand what happened between us, yet I care none for such details, since it was you and me alone that created something beautiful from nothingness itself.
You see, when you found me, I had lost hope for everything in this world. The days seemed as dark as nights, life seemed as cold as death itself, and time had lost it's value to me. I cared none for what horrible fate I was to live in this rotten future of mine, and I'm afraid that, without you, I have again succumbed to such uninterested living.
The day you found me, I was again trying to escape my destiny, this cruel fate bestowed upon me without my consent, sobbing on my way to whatever ditch I may end up falling in to rest for eternity.
I cannot believe my eyes could not meet yours, how my feet simply wished to keep onward without halting before your grace, yet thankfully you did stop me. Grabbing my arm, you ripped apart the fantasy I lived in within my head, and my eyes finally saw.
Your eyes immediately made me prisoner. How am I to explain what you made me feel with those blue suns of yours? Even so many years later, I still lack words to describe what happened back then. 'Are you okay?' you asked, in a gentle beg for an answer I was never capable of giving. How bad did I look for your eyes to tremble before my sight? Time froze, for the first time in my life, when we looked each other straight in the eyes. And for that, I am eternally grateful.
But back then, I was not as wise as I believe I am now. I tried to break free of your gentle and caring grasp, trying perhaps to hold on to my own egoism instead of letting someone else dwell in the misery I have dragged during my short life. Yet you, so strong, so gentle, refused to let me lose myself in the green plains. No... You yanked my arm, again and again, until you quite literally made me prisoner of your own sense of justice.
How fight I fought I do not remember, but for someone as strong as you, it never did matter, for I stood not a chance. Crying and yelling, I'd struggle to accept your aid, refusing to be dragged towards that wooden door I have become so familiar with since, until I was already your prisoner. If I had known, I would have never fought you. Yet one is always young before he is mature, always a boy before a man.
Do you think someday we'll remember those times and laugh? I do hope so, for I miss you already. I keep blaming myself, day after day, for what happened between us since that very first day, and I wish to make amends with you, and only with you. Will you forgive me, perhaps someday? I pray that you do.
Until then, know that, now and forever, my heart only belongs to you, and that for every word I speak, I whisper your name in hopes that you'll one day hear me and return to me. When that day comes, if it does come, my arms will be wide open for you.
Sincerely, Zwitter.