Most beloved Asenä,

They speak about you in whispers and I can't seem to grasp the reason. I want to ask about you, my love, but they would come to learn that our souls are entwined. You have seen the way I change at the mere mention of you, at the concept of how truly fortunate I am to live in a world with you in it.

Loving you is a crime I would happily die for, but I chose to live because it would mean spending my life loving you and so I must hide how I feel. But you must believe that my heart aches that I have not seen you in weeks.

No one has seen you and I wonder if I was wrong to pray that this cruel world would not know you. It was a mistake. I did not want it to be like this.

I want to run to the baker and the newsboy and ask them about you, the rumors, the lies, the collection of fairytales they have crafted about you. They say you left with the intent of not returning, but they don't know you, my love, as I have known you. I have memorized every detail of you with my hands as if my eyes were blind. They do say that love blinds all, do they not? Perhaps that is true, but I still have my hands.

I still have my hands to understand your body with, my mouth to drink the sweet nectar of your voice, my legs to run to you whenever we find ourselves apart. If it means that I may call myself worthy enough to exist under the same sky as you do, then I say let love take my eyes. I don't need them anymore. Only tell me where you are so that before I give up my sight completely I might see you one last time.

With love,
E