Dear Adonis,

My darling muse, you brought me back to life with a single glance. Pulled me back towards humanity and convinced me look look further beyond. You've consumed me entirely and allowed me to reemerge from the chrysalis of your perfection reborn, and more myself than ever before. In you did I finally understand what the philosophers meant, fanciful concepts solidifying into unquestionable truth. More importantly, you bring me closer to God, with a fervour that if you were any less pure could be mistaken for idolatory. I need you close for the salvation of my soul. Thank you for inspiring Gambit and I apologise for how unflatteringly it paints you despite the obvious esteem I hold you in. Truth be told, he has taken on a life of his own, and it's beyond me to fix it now.

Ever Intensely,

W.

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I think about people from my past often, especially those who have long forgotten me, and I am overcome by the desire to write them a letter, with no intention of actually sending them. Perhaps some things are left unspoken. But I like to flirt with danger, and by putting them on here, there is a very slim, but non-zero chance my subjects will happen upon the sentiments meant for them. Maybe I want them to know. Or maybe I just want to catharsise. But I sure as hell am not posting any of them directly.
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