This'll have multiple parts, but here's part one! Review and I shall love thee forever! THESE'LL BE FAIRLY SHORT, SO BEAR WITH ME! (haha, hit the Caps Lock button by accident xD)
Sometimes I wonder what you see when you look at me. I mean, sure, I'm a madman, but that doesn't mean I'm not capable of having feelings like every other male in the universe. Yes, my hair is bright and unruly and, obviously, my eyes and clothing give away my emotions. Oh, and, yeah, maybe my fingers aren't the…healthiest they've ever been- they're calloused and cut and bruised and marked up- that's why I wear my gloves. I know, my skin looks diseased because it's so pale and, at times, I'm insane…a little, I suppose. But does that deprive me of my emotions? My thoughts? My feelings for you? I keep them all bottled up in my heart for if I did speak it aloud, all would laugh and shun my crazy idea that you could possibly love a madman like me.
Oh, my dear friend, if hearts could only talk.