We are enemies. I would swear my eternal love/life to you. If only I could communicate that desire with these two eyes...
Ah, but I know you try not to even see me. But I watch you always, you know. So without fear, look at me. I want to be the first thing you see in the morning, the last before you go to sleep at night. Please let me be with you even in that sleep that our kind don't need; because I know you're still in that mortal habit, aren't you? Dream of me, then. Take me to eat and to drink of deeply. I want to be what satisfies you. I want you asleep with your head on my lap as I stroke your hair and wonder about your many scars.
I want your love... How can I make you mine? What can I can do, tell me? Talk to me.
I know I'm being demanding. That is the nature of one who is in love, isn't it? And love, being a virtue after all, is so very demanding. Love, being a virtue, means I cannot let myself do all I can to have you. For example, I can't say those three words. Lest I risk being virtuous myself, but... Can you be understanding, then? Isn't it enough that I feel for you? This feeling that is reality for me can't be proven or tested, because I believe we can have a true understanding that makes such acts meaningless.
"If you call us lovers, we won't be." Ne, don't you agree?
(that's why this letter went unsent, and why Xelloss forgot all about it until he saw Valgarv again many years later...)