I wonder who the ring is for....
Its at times like these, when the old photos begin to fade, that I wonder if continuing as I am is even worth it.
People move on, as is in their nature. I am no longer a person. If I ever was. I can’t expect others to stay with me because I don’t change.
Even my late Master would tell me I was a selfish creature, only out for pleasures of my own.
But what did he know, the man who killed hundreds for his amusement.
He matters little.
If you find it in your heart to forgive me…and welcome me back into your heart….
For you have never left mine, and I don’t think you ever will. I feel as if I’ve been infected with the breath of life I’d so longed for.
A kiss that promises death of the sweetest kind.
I will not easily take no for an answer.
I am selfish after all.