Dear Mitya

Dear Mitya,

I am only one of the many stars in the vastly burning sky, but to me, your light will never diminish. Even though I walk far away among the stars, I will always come home to you. I betray you time and time again, a glance here, and longing pang there. It is not right for me to forget what you’ve given to me, to reject the gift of stability and the comfort of what is known. But still I forever feel the pull of the unknown, the seductive call of adventures yet to be journeyed. Yes, even though I run aloft with the shooting stars, I know where I belong. I see your open arms, your gentle smile, the smile that shines through your eyes even before it reaches your mouth.

You are my storge.

Mitya, sweet Mitya, you forever stand behind me. Though I may be a million miles away, you always support me with undying loyalty. I would give anything to have you stand by me, to wordlessly hold my hand. Sometimes it is not your tender words that I desire; I simply wish for you to stand beside me, to know that no matter what I do, you will love me. Would that I could show you my support! I feel your warm fingers embrace mine, entangling my self wholly in your trust, and the trust I have in you.

Your are my phileo.

Mitya, my Mitya, you enthrall me in your love; like a tidal wave, your love washes over me relentlessly, without hesitation. Your love overcomes my fear; your love eradicates my guilt. Because you are willing to kneel to help me stand, because you are willing to walk to help me run, because you are willing to lose everything that I might win the race--your love is selfless and enduring. What we share is unmatchable, an unbreakable soul bond. I can hear your sweet voice echoing down the hall of memories and shattered mirrors.

You are my eros.

There once was a boy who felt that he could never be forgiven, that he could never be enough. He failed time and time again until the only light he could see at the end of the tunnel was the train coming to hit him. He began to wonder if his future was going to be worth living if he couldn’t bring himself to succeed. His love was not gone, but it became harder and harder to express. He didn’t necessarily intend to come across as harsh or emotionless...but he could never let people in to see the worthless mess that he had become. That boy is now a man because you never gave up. No matter what, you held on to the belief that he was enough, that he was forgiven, that he was a joy, that he was loved. That boy never deserved your love, but you gave it willingly, unconditionally.

You are my agape.

It is as if I am seeing you for the very first time. Your beauty, for there is no other word to describe you, still is etched into my memory, engraved upon my heart. Your gentleness has made me kinder, you sternness more humble, your love--your love is the gold that holds me together though I am formed from broken shards. Even as you lie there still and peaceful, know that that I coming home to you. I believe that I will see you again, see you with brand new eyes, as if it again were the moment I laid eyes upon you. I love you, Mitya.

To my dearest much love,

Yuu