February 14
How ironic this is. To be writing this on the day of love. The same day I first meet you and finally learned your name. I do hope you smile fondly at the memory of our first kiss as I do. The awkward silence at first and then the accidental nose bumping will remain burned in my thoughts.
I can't do this anymore. Dear, I can hear you calling my name in fear and in pain. You sound scared, though I'm sure you wouldn't admit it. However I must say, I'm afraid too. So don't feel alone it the feeling. The vast ocean between us is not an impassable barrier as it once was. They twisted the gentle loving waves into terrible floods that wreak havoc across our hearts. Our once comforting and secure homes are now steel bars and concrete walls of a prison. From their safe distances they tell us this is for the best and we were never meant to be.
They are wrong.
You have heard the saying you must let it go and if it returns you were meant to be? Of course you have. I know I must have said the silly thing hundreds of times. However, I must let you know. I never said it to let it be empty words. I know our love worked in that way for a reason. You have no idea how overjoyed I was when you returned to me. Now as I write this on my tiny desk by the light of the candle they provided I remember your soft smiles and twinkling eyes that even made the brightest star jealous with their beauty. I'm upset as I know this letter will never reach you. Hopefully one day you will find this and the millions of other I wrote to you, then and only then, will I be at peace. As I close I want you to stay strong, brave and above all, a hero. No, not just A hero but mine and mine alone. By giving up mine, I grant you freedom with my death.
My love, never forget that I love you.
Arthur