She is mad at me. I feel terrible. She thinks I do not love her. I do love her. She must know that. My ring is upon my hand. Her ring is around her neck. Is that not proof enough? She cannot know why I refuse to kiss her upon her gorgeous lips, only that I cannot. How selfish and brutish I must seem. Woe fills my heart when she avoids my loving gaze. Forgive me, my love, for I shall surely die if you do not. Look at me, your spouse who would steal the stars from the sky for you. Look at me, who would sew a patch in the atmospheric hole if you asked it of me.
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I am sorry that you, as the finder if this journal, had to see that pathetic part of me. I am just a little emotional. That is all. She cannot remain mad at me for long with my charming silliness turned up a notch. It is part of the reason she fell in love with me, she cannot resist it.
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I was right.
-G.G.
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Science FictionI fear that this will be lost to time. However, if it remains preserved long enough for a healthy human being to come across it, I hope that it is of use. Whomever finds this, please utilize my words for research of the future. -G.G. (This journal...
