To my dear Sweetheart,

Look at me, here again.

Ronin. As pointless as a spear without a war. As dull as a blade without a master.

Save me the pity. Save me the advice. The last thing I wish to hear is to work on myself. What a simplified view of life. Sure it is wonderous to grow one’s own self, but for what? Themselves? That’s too simple a virtue. Effecient, yes. Successful, no doubt. Beauitful? I beg to differ. Those who have never served a higher purpose will never know the wonder of love. Love is only blessed upon those who have vowed to serve it. As for everyone else, let us let them enjoy their fantasy.

And yet here I am again, my darling. Unsworn. Still awaiting the day Father above allows us to cross paths once more.

While the lands down here are still cold, I ask you for but one thing, my darling.

Your blessings.

The light of an angel above would truly be appreciated. Because a man cannot tell how long he will roam these winters. I hope you could do me that, at the least.

And what are these slight chatters the other angels above are purposely allowing me to hear? You’ll have passage down to these lands to carry a message? For whom I wonder? And why would Father above have his dearest and sweetest risked below once again?

The other angels above mock me, don’t they. Filling me with false hope. Hope of a miracle. A cruel dream, the thought of holding you again, my darling. A painful fantasy I’ll not allow myself to indulge. Well, maybe not tonight. It’s already so cold and so dark. What more destruction can a mere dream do to me.

Grant me your Blessings, my darling. And work your wonders as you soar high above.

You know where I’ll be. Waiting…

Love from yours truly

-Daniel Roy