This I write to my girlfriend, I am reading your journals and seeing into your thoughts, as so, I should let you see into mine. I am beginning to see it; you have not given up the dream yet. You have not let hope die, it is in pain, and it is dying, as mine did over the years past. You still dream of mutant powers, still hope for Demons, Magic and Dreams come true. While as I, have had the light torn away from me, My hopes were dashed, Dreams washed away. A man, body broken, and Sprit dead, looking up in awe, of a child who still dreams to fly. Waving his arms trying to soar, but if only for a brief moment, maybe just a feeble thought, he flew. Greer, you are that child to me, you are the one person who will not let that hope die. You fight it, hope, dream and pray, that one day magic will come, life will not be bleak, meaningless and boring. I may not be Zelleos, but I know why I came here, I want to be that knight in shining armor that came to save you, I wanted to bring you a sign, to let you know that there is hope. I did not want the light to die. My love, please dream of worlds of justice and good stories of love and hate, laughter and anger. Characters deep and complex, with hopes goals and dreams of their own. Life can be sad and bleak, hopeless and lonely. Let me be the excitement, the source of wonder in your world. I ask to take all this and more from you, but what do you think you get in return. Ano…. Sore wa himitsu desu.