Dear St Valentine,
I am writing to you about a beautiful young person who has been in my life for four months now.
I have a request to make of you but before doing so, I feel that you should know more about him. For one thing he has two hearts - his own and mine. I'm not complaining. I gave him mine willingly, and like it right where it is. His name is Danil but for some time now I've called him Baby and don't believe I can change.
Unfortunately, on March 7, anger engulfed me and my blind eyes, I forgot how fascinatingly beautiful he has always been, how strangely he has acquired an added and special and dangerous loveliness. It was frightful the state I allowed myself to be in.
Since I left him, I have been constantly depressed. My happiness is to be near him. Incessantly I live in my memory his caresses, his tears, his affectionate solicitude. The charms of his incomparable kindle continually a burning and glowing flame in my heart.
How I do hope he is happy now. I earnestly pray, this may be the rite of passage for our relationship now, that once we have learnt to grow and love, free from all harassing care, shall I be able to pass all my time with him, having only to love him, and to think only of the happiness of saying so, and of proving it to him?
Surely we had reasons of ending it, but back at the start we didn't need reasons for anything. It just happened, we didn't need a reason to fall in love. The reasons came at the end, and everything that's happened since has all about reasons.
A part of me hopes he still remember what it was like before all the reasons, because surely I do. And I hope he misses me dearly too.
So my request of you, St Valentine, is - could you on this day, when he sees this post, whisper in his ear that someone loves him very much and more and more each day, and that I adore him more than ever? Also tell him, this "someone" would always have him in a special place in his heart and would do anything to have him back.
Thank you.
Love,
Edmund.
