(no subject)
The thing is done; it can’t be undone. How can I go back and change a moment passed? Even a moment that should never have come. I fear with the deed I have lost not only my virtue but my life as well. For all life’s betrayers, the heart is the worst. It flutters with joyful anticipation, leading down the path better unrod. Now that I know my heart, I must never follow it again.