Uno: Fully Articulated "We are created from music, photography, literature and the almighty source code."

Midnight Minuet

He sent me a long letter today. He writes in length, you know, but in person, he does not speak much.

Kind of like you, Blanc.

“I apologise greatly for the state in which I phoned you the other night. I must admit that I was not at my best, and my exposition was unclear.

I am sure you have heard the number of dissenters who object to your affection for me and opine that I am not worthy of your attention. I am afraid that they are absolutely right. That, and recent media coverage, has caused me to admit that, simply put, I am not good for you.”


Do you think he has ever truly felt for me? Or is he only being kind? I hope it is the latter, so he won’t be as hurt.

“On one hand, as a celebrity, you have an image to maintain and your popularity to consider. While I know you will dismiss this as a small matter, your welfare is of utmost concern to me, and this is a facet of it.”

This is all my fault, Blanc. If I had not forced my way into his life, he will not be put in this predicament.

“Furthermore, and this is the more important reason – though our feelings might be mutual, this relationship will never progress. I am to the end a servant, and am bound to another. You have no future with me, and I have come to realise that, despite my own selfish inclinations to the contrary, it is important to me that you should find a suitable partner and pursue a happy life – a course of action you will not take while you still have me in your thoughts.

I am terribly sorry for the pain I am causing you, and, if only I could, would make the burden solely my own to bear. My feelings for you are immutable, but I truly believe this to be for the best.”

I have no one to blame but myself.

“You are the most incredible person I have ever had the fortune to know, and I am confident that out of the scores of worthy people who would fall over themselves to be by your side, you will find the perfect companion and live fulfilled.”

I should forget him, he said. As if it were so easy.

“Please do not attempt to dissuade me from this. I have invested much thought into my actions, and I will not change my mind.”

He has rejected me twice. And despite this, I still am hoping to hear from him.

Am I a fool, Blanc?