To my beloved, an open letter.
To my beloved ****,
I miss you and still love you, I feel my word to you should be shared, not just proof of my love for you. But, I see in your plight, many things I see in others too. So I do write to you, but others in this life as well.
Beloved, I ask you to live, if for no other reason, live for me and my love, for you. Armageddon, the end Of days, death, these are easy. They ask nothing from you, simply lingering on the point of a knife to stab and bring darkness, and long sleep. This is easy, so… though… I would gladly die for you. Instead I do, an ask of you, the harder thing, the tougher road.
Live for me!
As I live for you. Facing the struggles of life, clime, fight, crawls if you must. For death will have its time and its day. But not now, not here and not today! Beloved I beg of you, live, for me? For life’s sake? For our love?
“But why live if death is easer?”, you have asked me this, not knowing you asked. Your