So, this is a frustration!

I can write in Hindi, while all I want is Arabic.

But no.

Anyway, if ever this is translated, I will be very happy.

Dearest Star-Childe.

Yes, as you aren't a child anymore, I choose, childe, which means young man.

Dearest Star-Childe,

I want to tell you that I am trying to enter your world.

Maybe, I am a bit late for that.

I don't know.

I try to understand you.

That's all what matter.

Kadaj, Kilwa, Jak, all those names are a part of you.

Like MayJo, Lou, Claire are parts of me.

And Clarté and Klaartje.

The others are not me.

I was trying to make a story between them, you see?

Dearest,

once again, I am coming from your blog.

Once again, I am puzzled.

Once again, there are tears in my eyes.

I don't know why I am so moved by you.

If only I could know.

All the same, the fact is that I am moved.

When I see all the comments I put on your blog, I would think the answer is that, at least once in a life time, one wants to pour out his heart on another being.

I have done that freely.

I felt I could.

I felt you may appreciate it.

I thank you for that.

I love you for that.

I am not sure when I will have the time to really enter the world of Kilwa, but the one of Kadaj, I already know fairly well.

And I understand why he would fascinated you.

But I am not feeling his way.

And maybe this is why we can be stronger together.

I know it may sound strange but I am more a Vincent Valentine' s type.

As I still believe in redemption...

But they are only characters, we hare true humans.

And I feel protective towards you.

But I like your strength too.

And this post is going to be that short as I only have a little time to look about Kilwa true nature...