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Dear Gege,
It has been far too long of us knowing each other these eight hundred years for me to have presented this one with a letter of my love. The time has passed, day by day, year by year, and I feel as though you have not been able to receive even a token of my love that I have wanted to present you with. As we are now together, I fear that this only will be the start, as I want to be able to devote myself to be yours for life.
Eight hundred years can only seem so few after finally being reunited, but even so, I want to imagine that the time we’ll spend together—day or night—will be used to recover the time that has passed. It was not a loss not being able to interact with you for that time, rather, it was time well spent because it was every second, every moment I thought of you. It was time I spent thinking of you, and I’d like to think that was very well worth it. I cannot imagine how lonely it was in all that time.
Although, I was able to accompany you, and although you didn’t know it was me, I still treasure those moments.
In the time that has passed, I want to be able to write you a letter for every moment that I’ve thought of you. Alas, it will never be enough to recover the lack of love I have been wanting to express. When the time comes for you to read this letter, and when the time comes for you to write a response; I want you to know that this is merely a drop of my feelings for you, it is not my full emotions.
Words I fear are not enough to describe my feelings.
Words are just a way to express a topic, but they cannot make one feel it. I could write word after word, paragraph after paragraph, book after book, but none will capture how you make me feel. Nothing can. I am not worthy of your love.
Nobody is.
I thank you for gracing my presence with your love, and though this cannot define how I feel in this moment, though this will never show, this will never express my love properly, I hope this can give you an idea.
Love,
San Lang