I don't the X-Men & so on and so forth. It's been a while, I know, but a recent

story has inspired me to write again.


The Thief has been robbed.


*Chere, you were right. I did t'ink you were the strong, independant type.

Now look what I've done. I've lost you. You meant more to t'is t'ief than you might

ever know. An' now I've gone an' messed wit' a good t'ing. Dey say that you never know how good you got it

til its gone, an' dey were right*

"Chere, you may find this hard t' believe, but you de best t'ing to ever happen to dis ole t'ief. I

never for any of dis to happen, chere, honestly. I thought I had everyt'ing figured out, I was wrong. See, I

thought I was gonna be wit' de t'ieves for the rest o' my days, but then, I meet a tres belle femme from de south

an' somethin' I mever thought would happen did, she stole my heart. Right out from under me. But dat's ok, because

I t'ink I stole hers too. To top that, I was actually t'inking of settling down with her an' growing old with her.

That's impossible now, with her gone. I don' t'ink I'll ever find another like her. If only I hadn't been so caught up

in myself, I might have seen that I was driving her away."

*Rogue, as much as I hate to admit it, I've been a jerk, haven' I? Dis t'ief wish he could get you back, but he isn't

sure that's possible. Chere, Remy thought t'at he an' you could get throught the rough spots. Wit' all the bumps we've had,

Remy just don' know how to get through t'is one. Remy no want to lose you,

you showed dis ole t'ief th meaning of love. Remy thought he knew what love was, but he was completely wrong. Remy now know what

true love is. Is there anyt'ing this t'ief can do? Remy not so sure anymore.