My dear friend and brother:
On the eve of change, as we stand face to face with that which is new and not yet known, I write to tell you the fate of unrequited love. All has ended. That which I thought would assuredly become my most prized possession has returned itself to that which it desires to be its object. The one whom is "She" hath returned to him. The heart would be broken but that it realizes my dream was never meant to be. I won't utter cliched phrases, "Better to have..." , because they cannot do the situation justice. You and I, my friend, are destined for far nobler and lonelier labors of the heart and spirit. When the occasion arises that we next meet, let us drink our drinks and make our oaths. Fare you well until then good Prospero!
