Dear Forsaken One,

I must apologize for my behavior. I can make no excuse.

I thought that you were interesting. I thought that you were comforting. You had a wonderful mind, so full of creative ideas. You possessed a cunning intellect. For a time, I thought we might get on with each other as our close friends were, and double date.

However. You were too pure and tender. Though I was 21, I had already died. I paid Chiron, bargained with Hades, and paid Chiron again. There was so much hidden pain from past journeys. I tried my best to convey the issues at hand, but we were just too different. You had never seen the Gate. I could not relate to you in full. Your heart was not hand-sewn.

I knew you were not for me. Yet I was selfish and lonely. I let it go on for much longer than I should have. I just liked the attention. For that, I am truly sorry. Eventually, I got scared of my own heart. I did not know how to be a human, and so I ran away. I had a different destiny than you to fulfill.

Again, my apologies. It was actually me, not you.

Beyond the Gate,

Aeneas