I'm Not Quite Sure
A sort of diary entry if anything. My coping process. Dramatic writing. This is to be read in a 19th century British accent. Perhaps with a twang of Irish voice as well.
This is dedicated to Kitty, who might never read my words again. I miss you.
What can I say aside from what is so obviously true? Would you hear my apologies? Would these later precipitate deep regret? Dos thou miss this body as much as this body misses that mind which was cast away on an impulse? I doth loathe what I have done with every deteriorated bone in me. My soul yearns and hurts and I feel as if I might have caused unnecessary pain. I should not have bestowed trust on you in the first, not talked to you initially. Our meeting place must have been unattended by me, but I quitteth common sense if for only a moment, and embraced you with all of my being. My mouth opened and purple words poured out at once. I am in love, I thought to myself. I am in love, I said to those who were unlucky to hear it. And then I tossed you out of my life. I'll never quite understand my actions. There's veracity to them, yes. All lies and all actions derive from a place of honesty. I know that I should not feel this way, and I should not trust you. I should never want you. And yet my heart is broken and I cannot stop these tears from rushing out. Forgive me, as I have forgiven you for your indifference. An aside if anything, but still.
This is dedicated to Kitty, who might never read my words again. I miss you.
What can I say aside from what is so obviously true? Would you hear my apologies? Would these later precipitate deep regret? Dos thou miss this body as much as this body misses that mind which was cast away on an impulse? I doth loathe what I have done with every deteriorated bone in me. My soul yearns and hurts and I feel as if I might have caused unnecessary pain. I should not have bestowed trust on you in the first, not talked to you initially. Our meeting place must have been unattended by me, but I quitteth common sense if for only a moment, and embraced you with all of my being. My mouth opened and purple words poured out at once. I am in love, I thought to myself. I am in love, I said to those who were unlucky to hear it. And then I tossed you out of my life. I'll never quite understand my actions. There's veracity to them, yes. All lies and all actions derive from a place of honesty. I know that I should not feel this way, and I should not trust you. I should never want you. And yet my heart is broken and I cannot stop these tears from rushing out. Forgive me, as I have forgiven you for your indifference. An aside if anything, but still.