Oh cruel is me, for I should never have grasped at the strings of jealousy and misconstrued reality! I should have looked deeper into the line of the Earth to see what joy it brought you to peruse the city with an old friend.
What marvelous times you both must have had. The city is yours, filled with delight! This old shadow should have known its place than to conspire against such wonderful time.
Know that no harm ever was in your vicinity, for I took care of the pests in my wake of scorn and sorrow. It only be befitting that your time shall never be squandered by rats of the ally.
Loyal I am, fiercely, and that is why I, under the pretext of hurt and rage, wrote and acted in unbeknownst manners. It took me some time to formulate my actions into legible words. This is my excuse and as "unmannered" as it maybe, it is the true.
That is a quality I pride myself on, truthfulness. I tried to write letters before this yet I could not find myself able to. In seeing your joy and overhearing your friendliness, I found the strength within to write this snip-it of exquisite happiness.
You are the joy in my life.
The breeze during my summer day.
Without your light, I cannot be a shadow.
In time, we shall be see each other.
Tomorrow is another day, bright.
With it brings new light.
I hope you shall forever care
And bear the brunt of my despair.
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