Mishkin, my prince Myshkin

Mishkin, mi Myshkin. Good night, sweet prince Myshkin, and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest. I wish you could have waited, but I respect your choice. I love you so much, my darling. Love trumps death, and death is not the end, but the pain, the pain, the pain. I still cannot believe it. So sudden, so sudden, so devastatingly, painfully sudden. Thank you for 17 years of love, so much love. I know, you didn't look 17 in any way, sorry for disclosing your age, my darling. Love continues, you know that, don't you? Do you feel mine? Because I surely feel yours. But I'm breathless without you now. I wish I could die, just for a few minutes, to cross over with you, and catch a breath.

I'm not making sense. Nothing makes sense. You make sense.