I found an old love letter from you among my belongings. From 1791. I don't know why you were writing me letters, darling, as we were living together, but I remember you leaving them next to me in the coffin for me when you slipped out before me. I cannot pretend I did not feel very loved every time I encountered one. You have always cherished me. Even if it was in misguided ways at times, I always knew I was so loved.
I realised that I never wrote you any letters back. Of course, I was never awake before you, my twilight riser, but still....I wish I had. I wish I'd left you with some tangible proof of my love for you. So, here it is;
Lestat, my darling, my prince of darkness, my midnight angel, thank you. Thank you for always loving me. When I suffered in the dark, you were my sunlight. When I was consumed by silence, you were my music. When I was empty, you filled me with joy and light. Your boundless zest for life uplifts me. Your way of thinking always challenges me. Your philosophies aid me and ground me. I have been through so much with you, learned so much from you. You elevated me from a creature doomed to a hollow existence to what I am today, and, though I struggle often with my identity, I know you made me what I was meant to be. You were right, darling, I have the soul of one of our kind. I am glad you gave me this life. And I am fortunate to be able to spend so much of it with you.
Lestat, you are a brilliant person. A natural leader. A creator. You are blessed with confidence and talent and you openly share then with the world. Your devotion, passion, tenderness and generosity do you credit, and I am honored and astounded that I have captured the soul of such an extraordinary man.
I love you, Lestat. Every time I wake up with your arms around me, I love you. Every time I hear your voice lift in fragments of song, I love you. Every time I see you, dark and terrible, flushed with the hunt, I love you. I love parts of you I never imagined I'd be capable of loving. I love the intensity of your gaze, and the dangerous twist of your smile. I love the playful way you read aloud and the melencholic way you lay your head in my lap. I love watching you write and watching you hunt. You are somehow glorious in both creation and destruction.
I want so many more centuries with you, my love. I can hardly bear the time untill I see you again.
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