Dear My Beloved,
For days, for years, for centuries, I’ve yearned to feel your skin against mine, your luscious lips upon mine, and your hand against mine. Yet, I may not. For by the time you have read this letter, I am long gone into far Mantua, the cursed Fates cursing me to a wretched dark path, deprived of the beautiful Sun, deprived of its beauty that shines brighter than the diamonds in the sky.
Oh how am I to live knowing that my light is gone? I am cast into the night of Tartarus’ pit in Pluto’s realm, helpless, and longing to go back to the surface, to once again see the everlasting beauty of the marvellous sun. Oh how I reminisce our time together, envious of those that you may grace with your presence. Yet I, your husband, may not. Oh how I wonder how Friar Laurence sees my essence’s death, being away from you, as a lighter judgement than death. Oh how I would love to jump into your arms, hold you close, and never let go.
Why is the world so cruel? To separate me from my very sun, my light, my life, my love, my jewel, my heart, and my mind and soul. I am deep with grief that I may no longer be with you, being banished from these beautiful walls. But in my heart, you will always be with me. In my thoughts, you will always be with me. But nothing can compare to seeing you once more.
I will always love you. You and only you, my sweetheart.
Loving you forever,
Romeo
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