Deserted Emotions
Got bored again...not really though. Just need to take my mind off of school and all the problems that go with school. Anyway, this letter is from...well, you'll find out for yourself. Don't want to give away the ending now...anyways, enough talk.
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Sometimes I get so depressed thinking about her, that I start devising plans of suicide in my head. I try to stop them, but they always come back, stronger then they were before.
She's a goddess and doesn't even realize it. It's as if she doesn't see how guys worship her and the ground she walks upon. My friends think I'm lucky to live with her, but they don't know the truth. I've been lucky enough to be able to admire her, but I don't have the privilege of talking with her. She shields herself against the world. She lets no one come close to her heart. But she has a good reason.
As a child, she grew up in a place where men dominated. Women had no voice in the world. A woman's purpose was to marry, satisfy her husbands need for pleasure and bear her husband sons. But she had someone to protect her. Her savior was her mother. Her mother protected her from the cruelness of men. Her mother hoped to find her daughter a suitable husband who would take her away from her suffering and make her happy. But one day, her mother died, leaving her daughter in the cruel hands of her husband.
Her father decided that his daughter would marry a wealthy businessmen. The man was sixty three, while she was eleven. The marriage took place soon after the mothers' death. After her marriage, what little freedom she had perished. But one day, hope returned. A man had heard of the young beauty whose life was miserable. He felt so sorry for her that he stopped by the mansion where she resided. He snuck onto the grounds and found his way to her room. There, he took her in his arms, and ran away. The man who saved her was her mothers' brother. Eventually, her uncle persuaded her husband to divorce her. After that incident, she kept to herself, letting no man get close to her heart.
Despite her ways, I love her. It might be wrong, but I don't care. But I have no chances with her. I believe she is in love with someone else. Someone who admires her more than I do. Even though the two of us can never be, I wish her happiness with him. I know he will love her more than I ever could. I also know that he will make her very happy, and that they will live happily ever after. Their lives will be a fairy tale. Minus all the evil witches and demons of course.
I just wish that I could confess my feelings for her.
I want to say, "I love you" to her.
But I never will. To love and not be loved in return is the cruelest fate. But I also have a 'secret' admirer. We've talked...well, sort of. More like seduced one another. Anyways, she's waiting for me in my bed...cant keep her waiting.
Leon. T
Got bored again...not really though. Just need to take my mind off of school and all the problems that go with school. Anyway, this letter is from...well, you'll find out for yourself. Don't want to give away the ending now...anyways, enough talk.
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Sometimes I get so depressed thinking about her, that I start devising plans of suicide in my head. I try to stop them, but they always come back, stronger then they were before.
She's a goddess and doesn't even realize it. It's as if she doesn't see how guys worship her and the ground she walks upon. My friends think I'm lucky to live with her, but they don't know the truth. I've been lucky enough to be able to admire her, but I don't have the privilege of talking with her. She shields herself against the world. She lets no one come close to her heart. But she has a good reason.
As a child, she grew up in a place where men dominated. Women had no voice in the world. A woman's purpose was to marry, satisfy her husbands need for pleasure and bear her husband sons. But she had someone to protect her. Her savior was her mother. Her mother protected her from the cruelness of men. Her mother hoped to find her daughter a suitable husband who would take her away from her suffering and make her happy. But one day, her mother died, leaving her daughter in the cruel hands of her husband.
Her father decided that his daughter would marry a wealthy businessmen. The man was sixty three, while she was eleven. The marriage took place soon after the mothers' death. After her marriage, what little freedom she had perished. But one day, hope returned. A man had heard of the young beauty whose life was miserable. He felt so sorry for her that he stopped by the mansion where she resided. He snuck onto the grounds and found his way to her room. There, he took her in his arms, and ran away. The man who saved her was her mothers' brother. Eventually, her uncle persuaded her husband to divorce her. After that incident, she kept to herself, letting no man get close to her heart.
Despite her ways, I love her. It might be wrong, but I don't care. But I have no chances with her. I believe she is in love with someone else. Someone who admires her more than I do. Even though the two of us can never be, I wish her happiness with him. I know he will love her more than I ever could. I also know that he will make her very happy, and that they will live happily ever after. Their lives will be a fairy tale. Minus all the evil witches and demons of course.
I just wish that I could confess my feelings for her.
I want to say, "I love you" to her.
But I never will. To love and not be loved in return is the cruelest fate. But I also have a 'secret' admirer. We've talked...well, sort of. More like seduced one another. Anyways, she's waiting for me in my bed...cant keep her waiting.
Leon. T