Hello my love, Isolde here.
This will be my first and last post.
I'm certain that I, as Isolde, will not meet you again for a very, very long time. We differ on this, but I know you will respect my feelings: I would rather not have you in my life than pretend to want to hear about the new love in yours. It is cruel to me, and it hurts too much to, every day, have to wake up and know that the love of my life is gone, the light and heat of my life is dark and cold, and to remain in contact.
I would rather disappear entirely from your life, and have you fade from mine, than be rendered insane with that desolation (despair + isolation). I'd rather not know (but forever will I wonder).
Our denouement has arrived, lightly knocking, after many loud cries of wolf.
With every breath, I remain,
Your Dear Soul Mate, Your Dear Isolde
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