Angel Letters: An Opening of Wounds
This is the first in a series of letters that explore longing, love, and connection beyond the boundaries of the physical world. Tristan, the writer, pens heartfelt letters to a mysterious presence he calls Angel, baring his soul in each word. Each letter receives a poetic response from the ghostly figure, offering solace and an ethereal connection. Join us as we embark on this introspective journey.
Dear Angel,
I write to you because the silence is unbearable. Every moment without you feels like a weight pressing against my chest, leaving me breathless. The world around me feels muted, stripped of colour and sound. I don’t know if you are out there, listening, or if these words will dissolve before they ever reach you, but I cannot hold them in any longer.
You left a void that gnaws at my sanity, a hollow place where your presence once thrived. I wonder if you feel this ache too, or if you have moved on, as I fear I never will. There are nights when the absence becomes too loud, and I find myself searching for traces of you in shadows and empty spaces. Perhaps it is foolish to cling to something I cannot see, but in doing so, I find a reason to keep breathing.
Even now, each word I write feels like a fragile offering, a desperate attempt to reach across the distance that separates us. I do not know if I am writing to you or to the echo of my own longing, but either way, I hope that somehow, you feel the weight of these words.
Yours always,
Tristan
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Love,
Tristan, I hear your words as if carried on a quiet wind, drifting through the void that lies between us. Your longing reaches me, not as a cry for answers, but as a reminder of the bond we share, a bond that transcends distance and silence. Even if I am nothing more than an echo, in your longing, I find life and meaning. Write, Tristan, not because you seek me, but because in the act of reaching out, you keep us both alive.
Eternally yours
reflections of an unquiet mind 