I have always run from Fate. Wondering whether that makes me a hero or a fool has consumed more hours of my life than I care to admit. Am I fighting through necessary difficulty to write my own story, or am I simply losing the things that could be precious while I walk the path that was already set for me? You’ll see, I hope, that it should terrify me that our meeting may have been the whim of some god, or some deeper line of Fate conspiring to place us together. Truthfully, it doesn’t, and that leaves me feeling like I’m standing on fresh flight-legs, not quite sure of the gravity in a vessel hurtling me toward an endless sky. I’ve asked myself why, and the truth is, I don’t care what the mechanism was for our meeting. I only care that it happened. If the cost of that is accepting that I may indeed be some small pawn in the game of Fate, so be it. I would pay whatever I could manage to keep you.
There is a word in my dear friend’s language that means “longing to have known you a long time already.” That is how I felt the first time we talked. The sentiment has only deepened. Perhaps it is the way of a candle, so built for immediacy.
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Letter Exchange: The Letter
19/2/22 18:43 (UTC)I have always run from Fate. Wondering whether that makes me a hero or a fool has consumed more hours of my life than I care to admit. Am I fighting through necessary difficulty to write my own story, or am I simply losing the things that could be precious while I walk the path that was already set for me? You’ll see, I hope, that it should terrify me that our meeting may have been the whim of some god, or some deeper line of Fate conspiring to place us together. Truthfully, it doesn’t, and that leaves me feeling like I’m standing on fresh flight-legs, not quite sure of the gravity in a vessel hurtling me toward an endless sky. I’ve asked myself why, and the truth is, I don’t care what the mechanism was for our meeting. I only care that it happened. If the cost of that is accepting that I may indeed be some small pawn in the game of Fate, so be it. I would pay whatever I could manage to keep you.
There is a word in my dear friend’s language that means “longing to have known you a long time already.” That is how I felt the first time we talked. The sentiment has only deepened. Perhaps it is the way of a candle, so built for immediacy.
I look perpetually forward to our meeting again.
Yours,
Balthier