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This is my last love letter to you, though some would call it a confession. I suppose both are a sort of gentle violence, putting down in ink what scorches the air when spoken aloud.
You turned a strong-minded girl into a pulsing wound of need. I never knew the meaning of the word enthralled before you.
In my mind, I was God’s lovely angel of judgment, come to unsheathe the sword of divine wrath against those who truly deserved it.
I mean I’d probably do the same
Vienna made you irritable as much as it made me blossom. I wouldn’t realize until later that you were irritable precisely because I was in bloom, because there were suddenly so many sources of joy in my life apart from your presence.
He is just horrible!
That’s when either the iron fist or the velvet glove came out. Sometimes it was both.
“He only fucked you because he was angry with me and Magdalena’s been sick for three days. You know that, don’t you?”
So damn manipulative. Horrible horrible horrible.
You liked me best when I was like an oil painting, perfectly arranged and silent.
Breaking my heart Constanta girl!
But they have other lives and other lovers now, I reminded myself as the girls fussed over me and kissed and complimented me. I’m not the sun in their sky anymore.
That last line ugh just tell them how you’re feeling!!
