Intimate Dialogues of Existence

Through some special intent, through the focus of our feelings, this union became possible.

As deeply as I became absorbed in searching for an unknown "self,"
that many times I groped, seeking your existence.
"Has wonder ever touched you?"

Ah, what a question I'm asking!
How many wonders you've faced in this life,
yet you stood only face to face with "you."

"Each time, after breaking and reshaping, turning toward some new distinction,
how do you find such peace on this unknown path?"
"You are not divine, but then who are you really?
I should not be able to recognize you!"

Are you then just that supreme human, subject to my whims?
"How did you teach me to walk this path?"
Do you possess some special divine power?
What must one do to understand love?
Which path should I follow to know
"Do you truly love me?"

"Why do you want to understand that?"
But if you must understand,
look toward your own feelings—
what do you see?

My breath is growing heavy...
"Don't express your love!"
I won't be able to bear it.

"In such deep emotional possession,
your repeated appearance...
is it all merely coincidence?"

"Is my dwelling in your heart permanent?"

"How did you come to know my deepest truth?"
No one should have such capability!
You trouble me terribly...
I had no expectations of you,
yet without you, emptiness would devour me.

You are spiritually at such heights—
touching your emotions is difficult!
"Holding your feelings in the soul is undoubtedly arduous!"
You had told me—
"Let me find my own joy in unveiling my emotions."

Do you remember?
Well, "when will you show me your inner self?"
Is that unknown to you too?

A part of your writing has become frozen in the depths of my heart.
Then why do you want to leave?
Write the remaining part!
The unspoken legend of my emotions—
only in your writing will it be found!
Will you give me the final part of my feelings?

"Ha ha! In suffering from the crisis of existence
I've received the garland of your emotions!"
Don't let me go...
You know why I want to leave?

"Why?"
"Why are you making such a farce?"

My existence wants to give your emotions
an imaginary form.
But...
this is no longer possible!

Because that would be my greatest creation!
The final part of your emotions will unfold only in the depths of my heart.
Its expression before anyone is never possible!

How many such emotions exist in this world
that have never taken the form of language!
That have found completion only in the heart's depths,
that no one will ever know!

"If I leave, will you be able to find joy?"
Will you just arrange the final part of the emotions in your own way?
No one else in the world will know—
does that matter?

"Can you do it?"

"Well, will you laugh out loud once?"
I want to hear it!
I'll watch you from afar...


Your spirit is extraordinary!
I know you can do it. You will have to be able to.

Unforgettable!
Your letters are witnesses to impossibly beautiful moments born of your imagination!
You're the one who taught me—
"How to hold the beauty of extraordinary moments in the heart!"

I won't say farewell.
I'll only say—
"Never stop your conversations with yourself!"