The Nightmares Come While I'm Awake

My Dear Jane,

I wrote everything I want to say to you down, in case they stop me before I can say it. Your beauty, I'm sure, is going to make it hard to speak when I get in to see you.

Believe me when I say I understand waiting, as I've been waiting for you forever. However, whoever you are holding on for has abandoned you. I will not. I cannot. When I get to you, let me lie by your side as you have allowed others to. It will be over and we can move on, everyone can move on.

Even though you've never visited me, I have often visited you. In my dreams I walk with you, knowing that it is a you conjured from my mind and not sent out as you have sent yourself to others. It does not anger or disappoint me, as there must be so many clamoring for your attention. However, how many have dared to come to see you? How many have brought you symbols of engagement instead of simply leaving them at your memorial like litter tossed on to the street. There is nothing that I won't do for you Jane.

I will propose in person as I lay this letter on your soft skin. I will rescue you as others have failed to. They have not grasped that the castle must be scaled, that the kiss must be given, that to rescue you must risk. I understand Jane. I understand you, and I know that you understand me.

Even if they drag me away from you before I can say this all to you, there will be this letter. And when you have it, you will call to me, and I will come to you and lie by your side. They cannot stop me forever.

Love,
Marcus Grant