August Fifth of Twenty Fifteen

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.

August First of Twenty Fifteen

Most Cunning Minx

Oh, how was I a fool to believe you would take my apology sincerely! I would have understood if you would have been mad, infuriated, but to hurt me in such a way is unladylike and unbeknownst. I foresaw our correspondence to be muddied at worst but now I see clearly that our connection has been severed.

That young fellow you have hanging off your arm, is that my replacement! I surely do not hope so. With great resistance I am giving my fair lady the beneficent of the doubt. See how gracious and loyal I am? There is no other who will match I when it comes to you. For there is no one else worthier loyal. Most others would be in a fit of rage at this moment. But not I. No, I currently inhabit the realm of a calm smolder ready to ignite on moments notice. 

So as thy sit and wait for your every move, know that I shall be watching. Waiting.

There is no one else worthy of your ladylike manners, not I, nor they, nor anyone! Be true to yourself and be true to my love. There will be a day when we meet out of this secretive manners. Where the light shines bright upon our union. Where the Jailer and Warden have no lasting rights upon you. Where the world revolved around you, so that I may see the world through you.

Remember me always for I do you. Understand my madness for I forgive you. Look to the sky for I shall make you... a world which cannot behest you.

Most Fair and beautiful,

Solemn Courtesy