Dear Light - "DearLight,"

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"Dear Light,…" Written to him? A letter? Light was intrigued, to say the least. "I started to watch you today. You studied, washed and went to sleep. As for the rest of your day, I can not  say. You were at school. How I wish I could have seen you then. You working diligently at your desk, thinking, staring out the  window with your curious eyes. I love your eyes…" Light eyes' widened. This letter was taking a turn he did not expect. "…the way they flick from thing to thing, as you are blessing them with your gaze. You every move is like a  show, and I am the avid audience. Each day is new. "Dearest Light, I came into this café and was struck by thoughts about you. I wondered what you might be doing. I cared,  strange as it seems, about what you might be thinking, hoping, doing, anything. I wished for your beautiful  face to be with me on this dark and gloomy day. It is the sun to my moon, and I wish desperately for it to  warm my soul with its rays of golden perfection." "Lovely Light, Can words express my joy at having you here with me? Only Shakespeare could possibly put together the 
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