My Dearest,
How unfair it was of you to have stolen my heart in such a careless manner, that I am left at the mercy of your actions.
In by which I am forced into a position of wanting to loathe you and everything you are. Yet, on the contrary, to remain cold towards you is an impossible task to accomplish.
For me to stay angered at you for any such tedious amount of time would undoubtedly be considered a fruitless effort: such as it would to vainly pursue after your attention and affections.
YOU ARE READING
My Dearest
PoesiaThese are personal letters written to those I've loved, letters by which by no means are ever to be read by who they are intended for. Also rant/vent in here occasionally. I don't want comments on those chapters.
