Dearest Catherine,

When you first came into my life, I felt I had been born into a new world, a world I had only...read about in books, one that only lived in my imagination. For a moment I believed in that world, in all its possibilities. A door had opened where none existed. All of this came through you. So many new feelings that were once only words no rushed through me. I...cannot yet describe them. All at once they startle me, sometimes...frighten me...but always fill me with wonder and gratitude.

But how can such happiness bring me such pain? How could I have forgotten that though the door had opened, I could not pass through it.
For me, all that was possible was to stand at the threshold, and watch.
Please know that I only want your happiness, and yet the feelings I felt
of you with another...poisioned all that was right and good. I know what
I am - I accept what I am. Envy was...a stranger to me...no it - lives within me, mocks me. In every fiber of my being I...struggle to conquer
it. Yet if I do, what have I won? Still I am standing at the threshold, watching, longing for a life that can never be.

How can I be part of you when I know I must let you be part of someone else? Hmm. I've lost my way, Catherine. How can we continue? The way is filled with peril. Can we endure what surely lies ahead? And yet, the thought of never seeing you again is...unthinkable. I said to you that someday someone would come and you would live another life and dream another dream. When that day comes, I will rejoice for you. But I am not now...strong enough to do that. Perhaps I am thinking only of myself,
but I must, or this...poison called envy will...engulf me.

     There is a place in my world called the Chamber of the Falls. Someday, perhaps, you will see it. It is...the most beautiful place I know. The sound of rushing water soothes me. I go there often, to think.
Catherine, I do not know when I will see you again. I've always told you to follow your heart; now I must search to find the strength to follow
my own.

They are not long, the days of wine and roses;
Out of a misty dream
Our path emerges for a while, then closes within a dream.


Sleep well, dearest Catherine, sleep well.

Vincent