Dear Faelyn,
You may rip this letter out. I say "may", but I would prefer if did rip it out. When I give you this journal, I give you my trust. Something to have of me while I am away. I started another journal just for you, but that will come to you in time yet.
I hope you can forgive me for any callous thing I have said here. I do not pry, but my curiosity and imagination often get the better of my good judgement. I am every bit the mirage you asked of me before. Here are laid bare my tricks.
Somehow, I don't see you thinking less of me for them. Let me know if you do? We could talk about it, the next time I come back to you. Which I will. If I did not feel the call to fix these wrongs, I would not leave you. Will you have me when that day comes to no longer call me away?
There could be a day like that, don't laugh. I could settle behind your counter like a shop cat. Hopefully before I leave, you'll learn I'm not a bad cook. Maybe it's enough to earn my keep and a place in your bed. Not that I couldn't find alternate accommodations if you so desired.
Pity after such an illuminating bath, I'm wondering what it'd be to watch the leaves turn over their colors in the course of many days or weeks with you. Knowing more of your touch has made me want for the sound of your voice very near. And you are near as I write this. Talking to the others, being wonderfully indulgent of us. I want to stay right here in the midst of it.
One day will come soon enough.
I love you. If I am gone when you read this then I already miss you.
yours,
Mion
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