"My Intended,"
"She was a light skinned, Puerto Rican, long haired mature in the body..."
Not really. She wasn't Puerto Rican, and she didn't have long hair.
"It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she. . . . That birds would sing and think it were not night."
I never wrote poems for her. But I did believe she was beautiful.
"Cold in my professions, warm in my friendships, I wish, my Dear Laurens, it might be in my power, by action rather than words, ⟨to⟩ convince you that I love you."
But I did try to win her love.
How come it's only ever the boys who try to win the fair maiden? Why can't the girl win the guy for once? Why can't she win the girl? Or even a friend?
It seems that even if I could tell her she'd still reject my proposal.
Even Pip never got Estella, the girl of his dreams. And that's pretty much what that entire damn book was about.
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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.
