JA5LAYA 04, '48.
Dear Mother,
College sucks. Big time.
Well, it did. Until I met my own very Ave Maria.
The moment I saw her, all white-haired, glittering smile, her body so fucking perfect and a name dear to Holy Mary, I knew she was the one for me.
V, I'm going to call her V for the sake of shrouding my identity, is the sweetest, nicest girl you could have met in all your life. Come to think of it, you can. But that means I would have to send her to heaven to meet you. And I can't. Unlike other girls, there's no insistent urge to kill her.
V is too good for me. She's like the yin to my yang. The vagina to my penis. Whenever I am around her, my monsters are tame, her delicious fragrance washing over me. Soothing and calm.
I am smiling as my pen whips across the page. To think that heathen, Father, said I wouldn't find love. Ha! In his face Mother. In his ugly, fucking, stinking face!!!!
This is love, Mother. Pure, unadulterated love. And it's all for me and me alone.
It is 5 pm by the way. An hour more for my job at the library. My very boring job. But hey, at least I get to see my V. She works the same shift as me.
There's something else but nah, I won't talk about the little girl I had fun with. Doing so would desecrate this page on which I have detailed my lovely V. But just know that it was fun: she did recite the rosary so well and I gifted her womb with my perfect sperm, then inscribed my mark (AM) on her body, forehead, chest and shoulders.
Well, that's all for today. V calls to me. (P.s: I'm so sorry my writing is sparse today. Blame it on my thoughts being centered on V!!! My own V. I'm so giddy Mother).
Till later,
Ave Maria
(your handsome boy who's so much in love with V)
A/N: Heyy! How are you all? Lmao, our mystery guy has fallen in love. Tee hee hee.
Expect next chapter soon,
Nita.❤️
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On His Terms
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