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To you who parts the stars as you cross the sky,
It's been one year since you chose me. I did not agree to be your friend; but neither will I deny that between us is an unbreakable, rare sort of bond. I treasure I enjoy our friendship.
This is for you: a book written by my grandmother. It's signed.
She says you will enjoy the chapter about Deshretian architecture. I agree.
Sincerely,
Alhaitham
To the boy who pities the empty horizon under the stars,
You left your pins on my desk. I've returned them. Please take care not to leave your belongings behind in odd places.
If you've forgotten, our exams are nearing. You don't have to help th If you've overbooked yourself tutoring classmates, clear some time to study soon. And breathe — you'd do to slow down once in a while.
All the best,
Alhaitham
Kaveh,
I didn't mean wha I shouldn't have s Please don't g I'm sor
Can we talk?
Alhaitham
To Kaveh,
I received your recent letter. As requested, the deed transfer is now complete. I have included the relevant receipts in the envelope. Henceforth, the Akademiya research property is now in my name, and my name alone. I am curious why you
I am unsure if you will read further, but some have bestowed the title "Light of Kshahrewar" upon you recently. Congratulations, Master Architect.
How have you
Be well.
Alhaitham, Akademiya Scribe
Kaveh,
If I bring the past up, will it repeat?
Alhaitham
Kaveh,
Have you noticed I still think about
Don't move my books around. It's unnecessary. I'll put them up myself after work.
We should get dinner at the bazaar tonight.
Alhaitham
To the man who parts the stars, for the sun must rise:
I am not a man who appreciates beauty. Not in the way you do. But if you demand its presence to call this place your home — by all means, hang a dozen more paintings. Bring a hundred new trinkets home to hang on your keys. Buy a thousand books (those, I would not mind.)
Once that is done, consider my request:
Stay.
Alhaitham
To the man who parts stars to reach the sky,
It has been fifteen years since we first met. Do you recall the first letter I wrote you? I left a lot unsaid, then, though I am certain you understand it now, nonetheless, in spite of the both of us.
Our opinions shall never truly align. Yet lately, we reach the same conclusions, despite our varied paths to find them. Some would say, to the matter of you and I, that it comes full-circle.
I am not fond of loops. Neither of us believes in them. But in you, I do find belief. And hope, in us.
Don't be too shocked by the item within this envelope. I am a man of few words; since you are not, I expect to hear your opinion shortly.
I look forward to it. With hope.
Yours,
Alhaitham