things-chelidon-draws:The Dead Romans Society - The last letterTo my dearest friend AtticusI am writ
things-chelidon-draws:The Dead Romans Society - The last letterTo my dearest friend AtticusI am writing you one more letter. The last one. And you will never read it. Why am I writing it, then? Because, my friend, in doing so for a short sweet moment I can fool myself and feel alive again, for a short sweet moment I can pretend you are still there to answer. It is not so bad here, you know? I have met the great men of the past, all the most famous ones, and I have embraced my Tulliola again, the light of my life, and now, of my death. But still, I feel there is a void inside my heart, an overwhelming emptiness, and that is your absence. My soul longs for you, my friend, my brother, it longs for your company, and your voice, and your words, and all those little things that now I miss more than ever, that now I need more than ever. But you are far, too far from me this time, and the distance between us cannot be overcome. I miss you, my most beloved friend. You have always been the companion of my soul, and now that our ways parted I feel more alone than ever.I hope you will come, my dear Titus, I hope it with all my heart, I hope we will be reunited at last, this time never to be parted again. And if you will not, then, I fear, I will be truly dead.Farewell, my friend -- source link
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