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Louis,
Mon cher, my love. My lover. I have not seen you in so long. I've lost track of the years, I don't care to count them anymore. What are years now but a number? Isn't that what they've always been? Time only moves when you are by my side and slows down as we slip into each other's arms. And when I feel your emerald gaze linger on me, even if you don't think I am aware...when your lips brush over mine, your warm breath caresses my cheek...time stops. It stops, Louis. All those long years, all the pain, the suffering...it all seems to ebb away into nothingness when your scent surrounds me, ancours itself to my very soul. I sit here alone tonight and I wonder...would I have survived this long if it hadn't been for you?
You once said that you are here still because you cannot bear to be alone. For me, mon ami, it is the same. Without you, I am nothing. And when I think of all those times we have been together, we have laughed, all those times I have felt myself grow hot with desire for you, watched your eyes darken and heard your voice, thick with desire as strong as my own...all the times we've made love...I know, Louis. I know I wouldn't have been able to survive. You are what keeps me here, holds me still. But oh, my dear Louis. My beautiful one, how many times have I wronged you throughout the centuries? How many times have I caused you pain with my selfishness, my brashness? And yet...despite it all, you are still here with me, still here for me. Je t'adore.
There is no sin in our existance when we are like this; the greatest sin I could have made in all my blundering accedents thoughtout time would have been to have never loved you. To have never held you in my arms as we connected. Body, soul, blood. To have never felt your touch, tasted your kiss, heard your soothing voice. Mon dieu, I don't deserve all of this. I don't deserve you. Being with you is Heaven in itself. Why would a monster such as myself deserve that? I am lonely and have not layed eyes on your gentle beauty for so long. We have been out of touch, my love, for too long. I search for you. I miss you terribly. Bonne nuit, my darling. I will wait for your love, for your touch - forever...
Je t'aime. Je suis vôtre pour tout temps...
Lestat