Category: Letters to an Angel
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65th Letter
I don’t know if our meeting ‘there’ is enough for me to know. I’m still down here in these worlds.
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Maybe I am done with this foolish game. Maybe I am done being your villain. Maybe I am fucking tired of walking on these eggshells while you hide out in the darkness. This is not who we are. And this avoidance is not making anything better. Nothing is cooling off. Nothing is healing over time.…
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63rd Letter
To my only hope above, This is frustrating. This life. Can’t I do what I wish in peace? I danced with ‘her’ again. As usual. Our dear Keeper of the Gate. Yes. I know. Leisures with her are unacceptable. I’m reminded everytime. As always. But the other night, our waltz was almost perfect. Almost a…
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61st Letter
19:30 25/06/2021 It’s likely on everybody’s mind. I don’t blame them. I don’t blame you either, my dear sweetheart. – I’m not fond of that designation, if you couldn’t already tell these few centuries. But it is the truest form to address thee. And I so must… every few spells. – But if you must…
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60th Letter
18:05 24/06/2021 To my whatever… I finally got to see her! It was only a short while. But it still meant something. So for now, we can rest assured that she is okay. It’s not as if she truly needed to see me. Our gorgeous Dame of the Moon always had a many by her…
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59th Letter
06/06/2021 To my dear whoever you are now… I’ve finally found a drop of it. An inkling of it. A mere trace of it secretly flowing through my veins. It’s not much But it’s something this man needs a wisp of. Because, in all honesty, there hasn’t been much of it lately. The will. To…
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56th Letter
16:12 11/05/2021 To my… Maybe a man is tired… This role is tiring to the soul. Is it satisfying? I’m not even sure if I can remember anymore. All I get now is exhaustion. So one may ask, why does a man continue to do what he does? Maybe I’ve forgotten the answer. Maybe this…
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58th Letter
Tell Jill I’m truly grateful for her. She checked on me today. My sweet girl. I’ve put her through hell, lately. I didn’t show my face for several decades. Then when I did finally return south, I put her in tears. She never embraced me. How could she? All she could do was tell me…
Diaries of the Moonlight Hours 