A/N: Uh... Hello? I've been really and I mean really bored lately, my computer broke and I've been condemned to work in the school computer for a long time... but okay who cares? Also I've been chased by a Mis mob in the library, apparently I'm the only one around who believes Phantom to be great ... oh well firetruck them! Anyway stop reading about my personal life and read the letter!
Letter Two
My beloved Christine,
I do not sleep, I do not eat, I do not compose... it seems that you are the only thing my mind has space to hold and I hold you love... I hold you close to my heart, you are in everything I see, everything that's beautiful resembles you. I can sit here and write thousands of words which will mean nothing to you, and yet these words hold my thoughts, my very soul... Christine.
It seems that I can do no other thing than write and it is so futile; love, for words cannot describe you... I hear music in my mind and try foolishly to play it, but it is too divine love, to divine for this world, so full of hatred and so full of malice... and yet so full of you.
Oh Christine, how much I have hated this world for denying me beauty, how I long to hold you in my arms, sense the smell of your hair, the tenderness of your touch. To look the bright light in your eyes when I call you name, to hear your sweet voice saying that you love me... you are everything that is clean and sweet and pure.
I know that I only torture my self when I think of the things we could say, the thing we could feel, I know that this means nothing to you... that I am only a shadow on a beautiful summer day, that I am like a cloud covering the sun of your life. And yet, even though I know that I can only cause you loathsome, somehow... I need you.
I have tried love, I have tried. Tried to resist the enormous temptation of shattering the mirror that sets your world apart of mine, tried to forget that you are there, tried to make myself certain that I do not love you love, but its everything a lie... and to deny it its to deny life.
If you are ever to read this, which I will make certain you don't, believe that I hold you above anything else on the face of this Earth, you are an angel love. I truly do not know what is happening in the world? I cannot understand it by any means and I have tried to explain it and I only can imagine that God must be very ill, he has sent both a demon and an angel to this earth... yes, God must be truly ill, for that demon of hell has fallen in love with that divine creature of his.
Oh, I dream and dream that... I wish with all the fire of my soul... I desire with everything I've got... what would I give love so that we were equal? So that you could love me as a man? Why do I even ask? I have the answer... I would give anything, anything.
I have tried to sale my soul to both the Lucifer and God but none of them seems to consider it valuable enough to seal a deal, or is it that I just do not have a soul? But I must have one, for you are there as well as in my heart.
I must stop, if I write anything else I believe I might die, the torture has tore apart my spirit and I am not able to endure any further torments...Someday I say, someday I'll hold you in my arms and I'll confess dear... I'll confess that you are everything for me and if you say that you... no I do not dare to write it! But if you say it love, I will be saved and God will have no more loyal servant than me. This I swear with my heart in my hand... Erik.