The Last Love Letter, Softly Wounded
Dear Sun /All the names that belong to you -the one I have always held in deep regard!
It seems this will be the final letter that finds its way to you. If the pain I caused you has been confusion or discomfort, then please receive this letter as a remedy, hoping your heart will accept it, and that the wounds in your mind may be soothed, even if only a little. I am truly sorry.
This letter has been written, saved, and revised many times and this is its final form. I write not as someone who pursued you, but as a friend someone who once had the honor of being trusted by you, of stepping into your private world when you opened that door. I the silent observer to ask for your forgiveness for overstepping, for allowing myself the place of a friend who remained outside that now-closed door (through main accounts and side accounts), sending this letter into your world to say:
Please don’t call yourself a “devil” or a “monster.” Don’t believe you are at fault for having to lie to protect your own peace. You are the most gentle and kind man I have ever known, as evidenced by the way you treat me and everyone around you. Your actions always reflected careful thought, patience, and logic (this is not empty praise, you truly are intelligent and remarkably capable). You are truly, deeply wonderful. You have done so well, and I know how much you have endured. In my eyes, you have always been a man of kindness, depth, and strength. Everything you chose to do showed how much you valued this connection. You did so well, my only sun!
Allow me to be honest one last time, even if it comes with a sombre tone. I admit that I lacked self-respect! I was a slave to love rather than a warrior. I did not love or honor myself. I tried to overwrite my feelings by involving myself with different partners, distracting myself so I would not have to face the emptiness within. Love is not everything, it can be a miracle cure, but also a poison that slowly consumes the soul. What I felt for you was real, not a fleeting infatuation (not limerence). After our final conversation, I realized I am no longer a blank, beautiful page for you to continue writing on. I liked you! I realized I loved you but I am no longer worthy. You did everything so well, my sun! I could not have asked for more, everything we had was truly beautiful. Thank you for always trying for us.
My dear Sun, we all carry imperfections, and it is those very flaws that make us shine in our own way (at least, that is how I see it). And you know… there is nothing more painful than seeing someone important to you hurt because of your own actions. So I choose to let go of my selfishness, to return to you the peace you deserve the peace you should always have. I will continue on my own path, learning to grow, to find stillness in my work and in new plans ahead. I hope you will too. Seeing your exhaustion, your sleepless nights, the ashtray filled with smoke it truly pains me. You take such good care of the world around you, but please don't forget to take care of your own health and spirit.
My Sun, This is the first time I have let go of love and have stopped fighting for my own selfish desires. This letter will be the last time I trouble you.
I am sorry for the misunderstandings, for my shallowness, and for the marks I have unintentionally left upon you. I am deeply, sincerely sorry.
Thank you for all the beautiful things that once were. I wish you health, happiness, and peace.
With all my respect, The Moon












