I think im going crazy. Maybe just a little nuts. Sometimes i feel like such a horrible person and i dont know how to handle most of my feelings.... I love him with all of myself but someone else will always have a piece of me and when things go wrong i think of that person and start to feel for them again. I'm not sure that i understand any of this. How can you have such strong feeling for someone who treated you with such disrespect so long ago when you are happily living your life with another. I have a feeling that he knows exactly what he is doing to me and is just haveing fun. He always said it was fun to mess with my head.

Lonliness inhabits my soul

for the times lost to the world

for what seems unfinnished, not whole

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To the most beautiful, kind , caring, and loving person in my heart. Thank you for saying "yes".Thank you for being an ever present constant amid the turmoil of the tempest we call life. You turn the shatterful rain of the storm into healing tears. Your looks could stop the rain altogether. Those looks, our contact of eyes speaks more than any long winded manifesto could no matter who the speaker would be. When the light of your eyes hits my eyes the scales that laid over saul's eyes are lifted and i am born anew in the quintessence of happiness let into my heart. This happiness floods over my heart like this increased love of ceaser after thte defet of Pompay. You are my genieve, my persephony, my daughter of the Natherby clan. Think of my love as this flower, opened in the sunshine of your love then picked and given to you in full May it not wilt! But like this flower you are to me Beautiful for sure. But what do i know of this flower, a present and a future it has but what of its past? what of your past? Your happiest and your darkest days. Our relationship has much faith and love but little shared occurence. I hope that when you find this letter that it brightens your day

with much love,

Dunkey!

*Did you mean it? Were your being true when you wrote those words? Or was it a manifesto your created out of the deepest darkest part of your mind only wishing to later hurt me in a way i can never recover? Was that your heart speaking or your forked tounge? If t'was true why then hurt someone you claim to love so? pure ignorance? or unwilligness to give your whole self unto me? So many questions with unsurpassed amounts of time lost.

*You haunt me to this day and will forever more do so. You! are my Raven¹.

¹Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
  Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”~~~ Edgar Allan Poe