Elyssian Fields...

Dear angel,

Here I am again, at your side, after we said goodbyes. Perhaps it is really not the way it's meant to be. I love you and you love me still. Let now be a testament of our destiny.

I would like to live a life with you in a land far more beautiful than the Elyssian fields. A land were there is no despair, but with so much hope. A land of beauty where the good are remembered, and the bad, forgotten. Let us make it so. Take my hand and we'll fly, clutching each other in a perfect symbiotic trance.

Would you promise not to say goodbye? Or would you lie?

I love you,

A devil