Love letter #6
(again these letters are not to anyone - they are random, letters to V'day where that pesky archer shoots arrows and wounds us all at one time or another)
Love of my soul,
Sorry for your wound.
She was truly beautiful. You called her pretty. You were wrong. She knew how her eyes had the sort of allure that held men enthralled. She held you in her eyes and there she kept you until she saw all she needed to see, perhaps too much. She used her beauty like the weapon that it was; ruthlessly and accurately. You didn’t stand a chance.
Your flaw with her was your curiosity; you had no caution and she saw too much, and enough. You didn't have the will to look away. You did not guard your heart.
I saw her gut you with that dull knife and it hurt as if she had done the same to me.
I will forever hate her.
I will forever love you.
Infinity.
