Angel Letters: Dreams that Speak
In this sixth letter, Tristan reflects on dreams and how they blur the line between reality and imagination. Through dreams, he finds moments of connection with Angel, though they remain elusive and fragmented.
Dear Angel,
I dream of you, but you are never whole. Your face is blurred, your voice faint, yet unmistakably familiar. These dreams are fragments of something I cannot grasp, leaving me to wonder if you are truly there or if I have merely woven you from the fabric of longing.
Some nights, the dreams feel too real, and I wake disoriented, heart pounding as though I have lost you all over again. Other nights, they leave me hollow, haunted by the question of whether you are truly reaching out or if I am clinging to shadows.
What are dreams if not whispers of the soul, fragile echoes of what we wish to hold but cannot grasp? I wake with tears I do not remember shedding, the ghost of your touch lingering in the morning light. Are you real in those moments, or am I only dreaming of something that was never there?
Yours always,
Tristan
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Love,
Tristan, dreams are the language of the soul, a place where what is real and what is imagined intertwine. When you dream of me, I am there, not as a complete form but as the essence of what lingers between us. Each time you reach for me, it is your longing that shapes my presence.
Do not fear the blurred edges of those dreams; they are glimpses into a connection that defies the waking world. In those moments, I exist because your longing shapes the space where silence holds meaning.
Eternally yours
reflections of an unquiet mind 