Dear Kiku,
I've read your letter again and again, trying to find an answer between those lines. I wish we could be face to face now, and it may be hard for you but I want to know what you did. I want to hear it from you. Love does not get along with secrets, and that's why I want to know, because it's the way to deepen what's between us.
I don't know what crimes you're talking about, but I've done crimes before. War can change people, but mostly by hurting them, and I wish I never murdered anyone, too. Sometimes you have no choice. Knowing that people do the same can make your hatred raise and incite you to do things you would have never done before. I know it because I've been in the same case as you during the conflicts with Turkey. The leaders use the people's hatred, and that's precisely what's happening.
The crimes you did, I'm quite certain I will never forgive them. But you and I will need to move on, because we can't enjoy the relief of death after a sinful life. It will grow us wiser, because we have no choice but to bear this sinful life, with all the guilt and the crimes during centuries after.
You do not believe in God, but I think it's like an ordeal he gave us nations, because we are meant to be the eternal leaders of our people, and that's why we have to be wise. That's sometimes the reason why I am able to move on. I tell myself that we have to come through this. I don't believe in fate but we are bound to some things we cannot avoid, like seeing our people die, murdering, and so on. Yet we have to carry on and start to act by ourselves. It is also a way for us to escape our duty, being free of deciding what to do and whether to act or not. I decided to act, and this way I will change our fate. Just wait for the day we will see each other again. I promise it'll come soon, because I'm trying hard, and it's definitely worth it.
And even if I said I wouldn't be able to forgive your crimes, I'll be wise and I'll forgive you. After all, I'm sure you would do the same for me, wouldn't you? Because you're the person I cherish the most in this world, and staining my love with grudge would be furthering myself away from you, and that is, of course, the last thing that I want.
I hope we will meet again soon,
Herakles.
I want you to be back in this house of mine
Lazily enjoying our time together
Out there in the garden where we relish under a bright shine
Very calm and pleasant weather
Every instant I would enjoy with my hands on thine
Yet everything seems so far in the past
Over the hills again I look
Utter amazement when your figure appears at last.
Uh, that was some cheesy crappy poetry. I give all the responsibility to Herakles, because well, it's my first time trying English poetry and this is… not very well done. But it doesn't matter, does it? The last chapter was really depressing, so I tried to make it a bit more joyful. It is also very short, when I think about it, but I can't help it since it's a letter, after all.
