Like Gold

Gerard,

I hope this letter finds you quite well. I am unsure when I may disappear again, so I am hurriedly writing this letter. To my great sadness, I can feel my attachment to your world weakening. Currently, I am struggling to wield this pen as it continuously falls through my fingers. Pardon the ink blots—I had hoped this letter would look more becoming.

After many hours of contemplation, I finally found the sentiments I wish to say. Though I am no poet like yourself, I pray my words fall sweetly upon your heart as yours have mine. First and foremost, I must express my profound gratitude. Despite the odd and, dare I say it, supernatural circumstances in which I have placed you in, you have treated me with the utmost respect and generosity. I never would have dreamed, while I was alive nor in this limbo I reside in now, that a man would be capable of such integrity and kindness. Every moment shared with you has been nothing short of wonderful. To see you so passionate about your work and opening your heart to me have made staying here with you truly unforgettable. My memories with you will always shine like gold in my mind. 

I believe I owe you a proper explanation. You once inquired what exactly my unfulfilled purpose was, and I am here to tell you it is quite simple. When I was alive, I desired nothing more than to find my other half, as poets like yourself might say. To my disappointment, my wish died with me at the age of thirty-one. Just as I had initially suspected, you were my fulfillment. Thus, I have beautifully gained what I had lacked; I may finally pass on now. 

If our worlds somehow ever collide once more, I shall remember you as familiar as home under a rain-stricken sky. Gerard—I truly believe we lived many lives together in the past—perhaps just not this one in particular. I knew this journey would be difficult, as my heart was chasing a soul I could never truly have. You have my love now and forever.

Sincerely,

Elaine