My sweet,
Goodbye, Alfred. You'll be fine on your own, I promise.You're strong, Alfred, so however many things you may say to me; however many things you throw my way, I will always make sure I remember to love you.
Alfred, remember that, okay?
Alfred, those days we shared together, they will always be special to me. When you were little, we used to play constantly. It was so fun, chasing you, running with you, just being with you. It may seem so futile now, but I will always treasure those days, those moments, those feelings of pure bliss, matched by no other.
Yes, Alfred, if I come home, promise me this:
Promise me dear, oh please promise me; that we can play together once more.
YOU ARE READING
The Old Lie
Fanfiction"Dolce et decorum et pro patrina mori," In other words, propreganda. And perhaps in another sense; I wish it hadn't fooled you; I wish you were still here with me, eternally by my side.
