My dearest 'K',

As I sit down to pen these words, my heart weighs heavy with the burden of unspoken truths, the weight of forbidden feelings. For too long, I have held onto this silent longing, this unspoken yearning that binds my soul to yours like an invisible thread, never to be acknowledged, never to be reciprocated. And so, here I am, with my trembling hands, pouring out the last drips of the blood that bled from my aching heart.

And I, my love, am overcome with a bittersweet ache, a poignant longing for what I am lacking. I am filled with a profound sense of loss, of longing, of sorrow. For in losing you, I fear that I will lose a part of myself, a part that can never be reclaimed, a part that will forever be tethered to the memory of what could have been. And yet, despite the pain, despite the heartache, I cannot help but be drawn to you like a moth to a flame, unable to resist the allure of your presence, the intoxicating beauty of your being.

In the darkness of your gaze, I see the reflection of a thousand suns, each one a testament to the brilliance of your spirit, the warmth of your presence. It is as though every desperate soul in search of solace, every weary wanderer seeking refuge, finds sanctuary within the boundless expanse of your gaze. And yet, as I lose myself in the labyrinth there, I am reminded of the futility of my love. For though my heart beats only for you, though my every thought is consumed by your essence, I know deep down that you do not share the same sentiments.

It is said that the eyes are the windows to the soul, and in yours, I see a world of longing and despair, of hope and desperation intertwined in a delicate dance of light and shadow. Your eyes, like pools of liquid amber, have been my sanctuary, my refuge in a world plagued by chaos and uncertainty. In their depths, I have found solace, I have found serenity, I have found a reflection of my own soul laid bare. And yet, in their depths, I have also found my undoing, my demise, my ultimate surrender to a love unrequited.

But it is not just the beauty of your eyes that captivates me, my love. It is the depths of your soul, the complexities of your being, that leave me utterly entranced. For within those depths, I found my peace, I found my safe space, where all my worries and insecurities are eased.

I find myself tumbling headlong into a realm of unfathomable beauty, where time stands still and all that exists is the palpable connection between us. I am transported to a realm beyond the confines of time and space, where all the stars converge in a dazzling display of radiance. You, my dearest K, are a beacon of hope in a sea of darkness, a beacon that I have desperately clung to in the hope of finding salvation.

But alas, my love, salvation eludes me as I realize that it is a connection forged in solitude, a bond that exists only within the recesses of my own heart. For you do not see me as I see you, do not feel for me as I feel for you. And though I have tried to bury these feelings deep within the recesses of my soul, they persist, a constant reminder of the love that can never be. And so, I find myself standing on the precipice of a last, haunting goodbye, poised to leap into the abyss of the unknown, where memories fade and hearts are laid to rest.

I stood on the precipice of acceptance, I realized that holding onto this unrequited love serves only to imprison my heart, to shackle my soul to a dream that can never be realized.

I love you, my dearest K, but you aren't mine. And so, I release you. I release you from the burden of my unrequited affection, from the weight of my longing. May you find the happiness and fulfillment that has always eluded me, may you find solace in the arms of another who can love you as fiercely and passionately as I have, though I doubt someone would.

As the sun sets on this chapter of my life, and as I bid you farewell with a heavy heart, know that you will forever reside within the depths of my soul, your memory etched into the very fabric of my being. And though our paths may never converge again, know that you will always hold a special place in my heart, a place reserved for you and you alone. Know that, as I bid you adieu: your eyes will forever be etched into the tapestry of my existence, a testament to a love that was both beautiful and tragic in its fleeting brilliance. And though I may lose my memory in the depths of your gaze, I will carry the imprint of your soul with me always, a guiding light in the darkness of my solitude.

I am dying, my dearest K, You were the one who breathed life into me, yet you were also the one who tore me apart and left me to die in the tragedy of my loneliness. And as a last, last note, I freaking love your hair.

With all my love, Roua.