November 11, 454 H.E.
Dear Daine,
I almost said the words out loud to you. They were on the tip of my tongue. They were right there and you smiled and I-backed away. Again. All I could think was what if I told you and that smile went away?
I want things to remain as they are, but I want to hold you. I want to keep my secret mine, but I want to share my life with you. I want to tell you but I can't conjure the words. I am so afraid that I will want you so much that I will lose any part of you I have.
This will have to be enough.
I want to make one thing clear. I do love you. I love you desperately and with a fervor that consumes me more each day. I wonder if one day I will cease to exist and where I once was will only be love for you.
You always said I had a flair for the dramatic.
Still yours,
Numair
