Dear Vincent, "Dat is het."

Dear Vincent,
   How are you? I hope you are well but something tells me otherwise.
   I just wanted to let you know I am nothing like you.
   Despite relating to your every piece of work I am not like you.
   I could never be as sad or desperate or lonely as you. I blame my sanity. I know my limits. You were always limitless.
   I could never be as brave or honest or scared as you. But I am too afraid of tragedy. Tragedy requires sacrifice, and I am too selfish to sacrifice. But I am learning from you. From what you did. You did so well. I am sorry that it is after death you are loved by more people than you can imagine!
   Would fame have given you your parents' love? What if it wouldn't've been enough?
   We're still not the same. I have my parents' love.
   You wouldn't want to switch.
   If I were you I would've succumbed.
   If you were me...I might've been better as you. As you, I would've run.
   But Vincent, u het ware.
   What relentless pursuit. I could never be as obsessed as you. Never as passionate as you. Never as scared as you.
   Vincent, you remind me not to be made null. The world's standards are fickle- I think your life is proof of that...het.
   Dat is het. You always were.
   Expect to hear from me soon, Justine.