Letter of Despair

 I don't know what this is, aside from a letter left by someone who lost all - or rather had all taken from him.  Not literally, of course, because I was the one who wrote it. But I feel like it would be a sort of prologue or introduction to a journaling of the dark events of his torturous life, were it actually real.

    "Indeed this is a tale of dark happenings, of evil occurrences and curses not even imagined.  My strength is gone from my body; I am no longer the man I once was.  I regret the direction my life took those many years ago; though I must confess to you now, this guilt should not be my own.  I ponder for lonesome hours what deeds I could have performed to prevent this fate, what actions I could have taken to avoid the travesties that have since befallen me.  But in all honesty, no action or deed on my part could have saved me from the torment that overtook me.  As mentioned afore, my strength is not present, and my emotions have long ago frayed – to the point I wonder if someday they should cease to exist entirely.  All that remains intact is my mind.  This was no accident that my sanity remains, but was the most planned and most devious of all their intentions.  Without my mind how should I suffer?  Their deceitful intelligence has not yet failed them, and especially not concerning this.  So I suffer alone with memories best forgotten but that never will be while life remains and death has not taken me.  These are memories of all I once had and memories of how all was lost through no fault of my own.  I lay in misery with no strength and I remember the dark days that have passed already and I think of the dark days I know are yet to come.  And yet this is not the worst of it.  The greatest tragedy is that we love no longer.  I  mourn most for the love I once possessed, but alas, is now no more."

(He is not regretting so much that the person he loves is not with him, but the fact that all that has been done to him has left him incapable of love - he is not missing this person and loving her from afar, but rather missing that he once loved her for he can no longer love anyone).