My sweet,
"B-but, we've only just met,"
Even if I tried to, I could not stop thinking about you. Alfred, It's been a week, but I still miss you.
"Why don't I tell you about myself? I-I guess there's no harm in that,"
I don't care; I do care. My feelings are so messy.
I'm so glad you came to talk to me, Francis; I'm so glad it's me you have chosen.
"Don't patronize me, I'm honestly not that interesting,"
It's hard to talk to some, I must admit. We get along just fine though, at least, for now. You're a charming bugger, Francis.
"Who is this 'Alfred ' I speak of?
...I'd rather not say,"
Oh, how uncharacteristic of me. My sincerest apologies, oh great sir.
I'll be here, waiting for you, Alfred
Even if you don't come,
Even if It's a waste of my time,
I promise I will wait for you, Alfred.
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.
