Dear Araison,
I don't want to see you sad, but I still have to write this letter because I believe that you will hurt less now than later.
I am fully aware of your mind.
I know how much you missed me and how much efforts you've made to catch my eyes and feel my touch.
I don't think you are not enough for me.
When I saw you singing a song with your beautiful voice, I was moved and fluttered as much as other admirers.
However, I cannot agree to the way you expressed your love.
You need more than flattery and smile to attract a mature woman, not a young girl.
Persistent courtship only makes a woman lose her interest.
For the woman who has now returned to the reality, the handsome face of the man only looks greasy and his sweet voice only sounds sticky.
All flowers want to be visited by a butterfly, not by a fly.
I don't mean that you are the fly, but you could look like it to a woman who gets tired of persistent flirt.
It is too late for regrets. My mind has cooled down already.
Besides, I am a Human of old age while you are a Daeva.
I need a man who will love only me and grow old together, not one who is always surrounded by women as you are now.
I, a Human, will return to the flow of Aether sooner or later. You, a Daeva, will live forever. Can you bear grief and sadness all alone after I die?
I don't want you to waste your eternal life only missing me.
I cannot accept your love not only for me but also for you.
So, please stop asking me love.
We are not meant for each other. That's all. I wish you would not be in grief blaming yourself.
I also wish you to soon find another love who will heal your broken heart.
I do not doubt that you can easily find a woman much better than me.
Good bye.
- Leanor in grief