Dear Someone Somewhere,
The idea of truly loving and being loved is the most extraordinary feeling any being can experience or even imagine. If paradise were a feeling, I believe it would be this—a life shared with someone you love, a bond where hearts beat in harmony.
The thought of finding you, my love, has inspired me to strive for excellence in mind, body, and spirit. I have worked tirelessly to become a man worthy of such a blessing—to be loved by the one beloved. To find the one who loves me for who I am, and to reciprocate that love with all my being, is a dream I hold dear. I would move mountains to honor that bond.
Your joys would be my joys; your sorrows, mine to bear. Your smile would be my greatest treasure, greater than money can buy.
To protect you, I mastered powers. To provide for you, I became a god of wealth. To love you deeply, I cultivated kindness and forgiveness. To understand you, I embraced patience. This journey of seeking you has been both my greatest challenge and my most enlightening path.
It has not been without pain. Time and again, I thought I had found you, only to realize I was met with illusions—distractions, deceivers, and those who valued me only as a means to an end. In my yearning for you, I sought to see the best in others. I gave too much of myself to those who were broken, because I thought I saw what was a glimmer of you in their eyes.
However, love cannot be forced, and I learned that true love cannot exist without mutual respect and understanding. Many I helped came to resent me, I am what they will never become, so the only course of action is jealousy and envy. Yet, I refused to let these betrayals harden my heart. Their deceit strengthened me; love spells can do nothing to a god.
Since childhood, I have loved you—an eternal love recurring lifetime after lifetime. Yet, this love has also been a source of profound pain. This longing has drained me, leaving me with a sadness I must conceal from the world where the tears of a man are considered weakness. Still, my soul cries in silence for you.
Even in my solitude and melancholy, seeing others in love fills me with joy. For in those fleeting moments, I can live vicariously through their happiness, and it reminds me of the rarity and sanctity of true love. To live and die without experiencing such love is its own kind of hell, one I know all too well.
Heartbreaks and betrayals didn’t break me; they have shaped me into a better man—a kinder, more forgiving soul. Yet, after 20 years of searching for you, of longing and yearning, I must accept the truth. This lifetime, too, may not bring us together. And that is okay. I will take it as I may be paying for some karmic debt, so I won’t complain or be saddened; no man can have it all.
The longing for your love awakened my humanity. Before I loved you, I was consumed by ambition, caring only for conquest, power, and riches. Loving you transformed me into a protector, a man who values kindness, humility, and patience. For that, I am grateful.
Now, I must let go. The hope of finding you has sustained me, but it is time to lay down this longing. The idea of you will remain in my heart, a reminder of the beauty of love, even if unfulfilled in this life.
The yearning for you keeps me weak, as embarrassing as it is to say it out loud, it does, my time here slowly draws to an end, I must preserve my strength for those around me whose hopes and dreams lay on my shoulders, whom only my strength can help.
I am painfully aware that our creator brought me here to serve. I will be ineffective as a leader and a servant should I continue to yearn and wait and hope for the day we meet. I must cast the hope of this union aside to be the best version of myself, even if it means I go through life loveless, forever longing for you.
I willingly close that part of my heart up. I will no longer expect you or look for you in the eyes of women I am drawn to, from today only forward, forever alone, forever stoic, yet I will keep the idea of this love alive, even though I will no longer look for you in this world…
Wherever you are my someone, I hope you are somewhere more pleasant than mine.
This is my final letter to you.
Good Bye,
Someone Somewhere
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