The fourth letter

Beyond our imagination, there is a place only she knows,

a point of infinite dreams and emotions beyond compare.

Where honesty and reality are one and feel so fantastic,

where unconditional love with another human is not rare.

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This is the dwelling where she resides while she is in love.

For one to experience this place, she must truly love you.

In this place, love is a word not uttered for fear of losing it,

a fear only felt when your love for each other is true.

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This world exists in my mind when I am awake, when I rest,

and when I dream. My mind has become my false haven

and as the years slip away from me, I am left with questions.

Some I know the answers to and by others I am frightened.

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For me she was the beginning of my own awakening,

the beginning of my self-torment and profound curiosity,

and the end of the simple, care free life I had lived.

Regardless, I would not change a thing or desire pity.

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She was worth every sleepless night, all of the pain,

and every tear I shed since we parted I am certain.

How else could I have written what I was feeling

if she had not given me feelings worth sharing. -AR