I have no way of knowing this will ever reach you, nor am I certain there is any point to doing this now... )::: It has been a terribly long time, and I understand completely if you simply delete this without reading it. I cannot express the guilt I feel at allowing another sudden incident to take me away without a proper goodbye. But still, as I lie here with nothing but time (in and out of hospitals since our last talk, but you needn't worry! I'll be alright, I always am) I think of you often. I think of our talks, of when you showed me the ocean and I showed you my flowers. And I hope and pray (excuse the phrasing!!!) that you are well. I hope all has been exactly right, that life has been gentle. Please stay safe and know that I think of you with nothing but fondness. There are no words to describe your patience and charm, wit, strength of character... and I can only hope to, in this life or the next, be in your company again. My greatest memories and my heart and soul are with you. May many hyacinths lead you where you need to be.
Your Highness,
Your timing will always be right. Wherever you go, I am there to follow you. Whatever you do, whenever you do it, I am always by your side. There is nothing that you can do to rid yourself of me, and I can only hope that the thought brings you comfort. Although you may not see me, my hand is always there when yours needs to something to hold. When you whisper into the flowers, your words return to my ears. If there is anything that you wish to receive, I will have it in your grasp by the morning. At your word, I will move the stars to arrange a perfect night sky just for you. The constellations I've painted can only be witnessed by your discerning eye.
I have seen many oceans and I have collected many flowers since the last time we spoke. It's funny, almost... I spotted this group of grape hyacinths in my lawn on the 23rd.
I felt compelled to take a picture because I had never seen this species in my lawn before. They certainly took me by surprise. "Where did they come from?" I wondered. Well, I can only imagine that they sprung up to foretell your return. It goes without saying; however, you deserve to hear it: I'm happy to hear from you again.
It's an honor to be yours.
Claude Faustus.
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