Angel Letters 4/7

Angel Letters: Time as a Thief

In this fourth letter, Tristan reflects on the nature of time and its role in grief. He feels trapped by the passage of time, as if it robs him of the memories he holds dear, leaving only an aching void.

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Dear Angel,

Time does not heal; it only transforms, stealing moments we try to keep. Each day feels like another fragment of you slipping away, as if sand runs through my clenched fists, leaving behind only the ache of loss.

The ticking of the clock grows louder in your absence. It becomes a tyrant, marking time not as a measure of moments lived, but as a reminder of what is no longer here. I wonder if time feels the same for you, or if it drifts unnoticed in the place where you now dwell. They say grief is the price of love, but I wonder if grief is also the thief, robbing me of the love I felt, leaving behind nothing but the hollow echo of longing.

Yours always,
Tristan

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Love,

Time moves through me as well, Tristan, like a quiet current that blurs the boundary between past and present. Yet in your longing, I remain, waiting in the echoes of the moments you choose to remember.

Perhaps time does not steal, but transforms, and in the echoes of your longing, I find a bridge that allows us to meet, if only for a fleeting moment.

Eternally yours