I have so much I wish to say to you, but alas I only have this one sheet of paper to write to you. This world is a dark and filthy place, steeped in immorality and blind to anything that is good or pure. You cannot be a part of this world without being tainted by it. But you alone my dear, are the light in this world of eternal darkness, the shining north star that stands eternally from up above, the sweet rain after a long drought. An angel not born of this world but part of it, gracing us with your presence.

My heart is full of love and longing for you. You are an angel, but I am only a lowly mortal, and I cannot resist the wicked temptation that is born of love. You were born to be adored and it would be a sin not to do so. I am the night sky, and you are the bright moon who accompanies me.

You talk of the flowers that shall bloom in the spring, but we both know that by then I shall be long gone. I long for the spring and for your company. And while the first may be an impossible dream, I know that you would not deny me the latter. With an angel by my side, how could I fear death? If I can only have you in death, then I embrace it fully with arms wide open.

I know that I am a man steeped in sin, and for that I know I should not keep you in my grasps. However love has made me a madman, a lunatic, a devil. You are a sweet and tender soul, and despite my sin, I know that you would forgive me. I-