<em> My Love,<br/><br/>I think of you, every moment I am awake. I have never before felt like this. You follow me like a shadow made of joy and light. No touch can compare to even the most fleeting memory of your skin, I can savour no kiss lest it be from your mouth. My heart hurts like it has been filled with more than it can bear. Your name tries to spring forth at the most inexcusable times, and I cannot find it in me to feel regret that it is not you and that I must bite it back.<br/><br/>Forgive me if that is too crass. I have never been a skilled conversationalist, and I lose even that skill when I try to find words to give you.<br/><br/>It comes to this – no matter if you never send word to me again, no matter if we were to never lay eyes on one another for the rest of time, you are forever in my mind, on my skin, around my soul and through my heart. Should my bones be bared, your name would be plain upon them. I would live a thousand years and never forget you. <br/><br/>I will write as frequently as I may also. The new clients are rather exhausting, but I do not care for their purses are fat and each one brings me ever closer to a future that is as fragile as blown glass. But it is what I dream, and for it I will suffer more than any man has. Should you be cast out and your friends turn hostile, come to me and I will do what I can. <br/><br/>I pray to whatever god is listening to help you, both.<br/><br/>Keep safe,<br/>Louis X<br/></em>