" They say that If you love a rose, do not pick it up.Because If you pick it up it dies and it ceases to be what you love.So If you love a rose, let it be. Love is not about possession. It is about appreciation."
Emily you should be happy right now, since you won in this vicious game called Love, I thought I will be able to change you, but instead it was you who was able to change me.
While I was watering the white roses I am growing inside this mansion with my own blood, I accidentally got to look at one of the shattered mirror pieces I used to cut my wrist, and was able to see a horrific man in its reflection, at first I was afraid, not until I realize that the mysterious man I am looking at is simply my own reflection.
I feel helpless. I keep on hearing noises coming inside my mind, I cannot even identify who I am right now, and I do not know when will this agony of mine will end.
All I am certain of right now is my love for you Emily.