Letters from the Pale Light #1
Sunday, 11:57 PM Dear Dhya, Elvis is singing in my headphones while the night sits beside me. The moon glows in me. There is much to say, but the words have paused. Yet, this heart knows its way home. For 409 days, I have lived within the music of a melody. At first, I wandered lost; now, the melody has caught my rhythm. We flow together through these soft notes. I don’t know if you are in love, but it no longer hurts to wonder. The ache is a mere dust particle, blown away the moment you return home. Before, it danced in my head alongside anxiety and panic—a punishment I thought I earned for loving you. I believed my love was a mistake, but that was just a ghost trying to persuade me to turn away. I remain here, 1,200 meters from you. The craving to wander around your house has died. I understand now, from a woman’s perspective, how irritating the gaze of a "useless boy" can be. I understand the weight of that disturbance. I choose to never disturb you again. I have found a h...