"I’ve become lost in those golden eyes of yours. You don’t speak much, but you don’t have to. I see the way you look at me. We all see it. We’ve both had horrible, yet strangely similar pasts. I recognize this.But I’ve moved on. And you need to as well.They’re not coming back, my dear. You’ve had more than enough time to wallow in your self-pity. I doubt you’ll ever read this. But if you do, I hope by this time you see what I mean. I’ll always be by your side. And when the day comes, I shall be the one to sing your requiem. I promise"
