Logan,

I heard a question asked once, and now that I'm sitting here, writing this in the dark, I guess that I find it strangely suiting.

Do you believe that a woman could fall in love with a man after a single encounter?

Could she daily feel a stab of hunger for him and find nourishment in the very sight of him? I think so.

I don't know what I had planned on doing. But a four-day ride home from Manticore gives a girl a lot of time to think. Well I guess that's a lie, in my heart I knew what I wanted to do. You could say, and be telling the truth, that I had planned on climbing up the stairs to your apartment, bursting in through the front doors, and falling into your arms.

But I had to look first to see if you were well, and if you still lived there.

Who is this woman? I think I have asked myself that very question at least a thousand times the past three nights.

I've watched the two of you, laughing, talking, touching. I don't know why this hurts me so much, seeing you with her. I guess that I thought somewhere deep down that you would know that I was still alive. That you would wait for me for all time, and love me even longer.

But sitting here in the darkness, watching the two of you, I think that I have come to the painful realization that you need me no longer. At least not like I need you.

Last night you came to the window that I stood behind only a year ago professing my sins to you. You look so different, Logan, so tired. But you will always be the same man I fell in love with, nothing can change that.

I guess I can't help but ask one question, really. Have you managed to move past what we shared? I suppose I haven't, at least not yet. But dreams are crushed, and hearts are broken every day.

You changed my life. You were my fire, my strength. The thought of seeing you again, the thought of touching you drove me to escape my hell.

I don't know why I am writing you this letter. I guess it's really for my own piece of mind.

Or maybe, truly, it's the fact that I don't think that I am strong enough to look into your eyes, the very eyes that once held so much love and respect for me. And see nothing, nothing.

Would you look at me the way you used to?

I just want you to know that I am well and safe. I will be laying low for another month or two, till Sector Police calm down.

Love her, Logan, like you loved me. And know that I will always be watching over you, keeping you safe from harm. Forever eyes, forever your dark angel.