Summery: A Letter to the Tragic Lover
Dear Tragic Lover
Dear Tragic Lover,
For all that I have loved you, craved you, chased after you, I am done. We got lost somewhere over the ocean drifts, and now I am gone. To me you were once my sun, my sky, my everything. You were the light in the dark and the candle burning steadily whenever the lights went out. Allas, it is no more. It seems the candle is gone, that the fire burns not. My Dear Tragic Lover, hater of pain and seeker of strange, we cannot run among metaphysical fields anymore. The paths into the nothingness are lost to me, and it seems that without you I can never leave home. My mind's walls are built once more, brick by brick and stone by stone, after you tore them down with your bleeding heart.
Thank you for living, Dear Tragic Lover. Thank you for breathing, Dear Tragic Lover. I wouldn't be where I am today without you and your madness, without having lived the days where you showed me what cannot be seen. I am better for my pain, for my loss and my story already written. I am better for having met you and for having seen.
Alas it cannot be, not anymore at least. My Dear Tragic Lover, we must separate, go east and west until the day we meet again on the other side of the world.
Goodbye, Dear Tragic Lover, I will miss your wild ways. Thank you you believing when no one else could stay.
Yours forever and into eternity,
The One Who was Lost Before He was Found