Dear Lord of Light,
Remember the times we talked about everything under the blazing sun and the waning moon? The founts of my imagination are drying out and my life is becoming decadent and easy. Here I want to build you a shrine just like the one in my heart and tell you that not a single day passes without your memory.
I read a few books and they only made things worse. Can I keep loving you forbidden as it may be? I need secrets as much as I need you.
...And I like these imagined conversations.
Love,
Violet (I stole the name from her just like I stole you for eternity)
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