BEAUTIFUL WOLFRAM
I don't remember why, but the first time I saw you, the snobby prince, I drew to you. When I found out your name, I felt familiar and comforting. The longer I knew you, the more I felt at ease around you. Heck, I started to get used to the rocking bed at night. I know I always act blunt to you, not accepting your love. But not because you is a man and so does I, but because I am scared.
You are too beautiful, too worthless for me to have. You should find someone else to love you. Someone who is a lot more smarter than me, a lot more charming, good in sword fighting, who is more braver than me to claim you. Someone who is no wimp.
You always call me a wimp, and I always denied it but sometimes at night, when you was fast asleep next to me, or on top of me and I am still awake, I will look to you and said, "you're right, Wolfram. I am a wimp." You must be happy if you heard that, but I wished you won't. You won't hear that and you won't be happy.
I still remember when you said that you will jump together with me during the war, I was surprised. I knew you love me a lot, but to think that you will go that far, I am not worthy to be your boyfriend. Why won't you leave me alone? Go find someone else who is much more worthy to you.
Leave me, Wolfram. You won't be happy with me. Go find your happiness. And this wimp here will be happy, to see you happy with someone else who will bravely show his love at you to everyone like how you shows everyone your loves to him. Or her.
You, my beautiful Wolfram.