To my beloved wanderer: why dost thou danceth with my ghost?
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thijseeckhaut
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To, T.

From, L.

To my beloved wanderer: why dost thou danceth with my ghost?

T.,

I had hoped that my passing would not have weighed you down this tremendously, nor left you feeling hollowed you so profoundly.

You might not have noticed, but I was sat by the windowsill of our old study as you wrote your letter to me. I watched helplessly, as you allowed that beautiful mind of yours to be cast adrift inbetween the boundaries of life and death, where everyone is lost though nobody is ever found.

Your grey eyes, once bright and vibrant, like the stars in the clear night sky, have lost their guiding light. Dull and lackluster, the fire in them long gone. The embers drown in bittersweet tears , sprung from painful memories and broken promises.

My love, why dost thou danceth with my ghost?

Even though I am right here with you, your gaze drifts toward the shadows on the wall. They grow more numerous by the day.

I can see them bathe in the salt drawn from your tears as they indulge themselves in the flesh, which anger has torn away from your bones.

My love, why dost thou danceth with my ghost?

If it is still too difficult for you to release yourself from my otherwordly grasp, then please,

take whatever semblance of warmth and comfort that this ghostly embrace of mine can muster. Use it to free yourself from your unjust feud with death.

You must reconcile with the ghost of our past, lest your flesh grows cold and weary of the loving touch of those who seek to comfort and be comforted by you.

My love, why dost thou danceth with my ghost?

If you no longer dare to dream, then please,

Take whatever is left of my memory and use it to confront the terrors that lurk in the darkness of the night. Let them not set foot in the temple that is your mind, nor desecrate the hallowed halls of your heart, in which I now reside.

My love, why dost thou danceth with my ghost?

And if...

If you would no longer dare to love another like you loved me, then please,

take whatever is left of my heart and allow it to be filled, engulfed, enthralled possessed By a woman who loves you as much as I do. Allow her to help you face the trials and tribulations of life, as I will help you bear the burden of grief and anger in death.

Only then, shall we danceth once again. Yours, in perpetuity, L.

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