Beloved,
If I send you my story will you finish it for me? I am weary. My hand can barely hold a pen. My story weighs me down. I am exhausted from all the characters trying to kill me. It is a scene from a battlefield! Tanks, soldiers, artillery, the field soaked in blood. Bodies everywhere! Each one an aspect of me now dead.
I'm afraid that I will be unrecognizable to you. All the goodness and purity you saw in me gone. So please Beloved finish my story. Write me a happy ending and restore me to the image you hold of me. I can't bare to live this woman I have become. Do it with urgency!
Your Darling
If I send you my story will you finish it for me? I am weary. My hand can barely hold a pen. My story weighs me down. I am exhausted from all the characters trying to kill me. It is a scene from a battlefield! Tanks, soldiers, artillery, the field soaked in blood. Bodies everywhere! Each one an aspect of me now dead.
I'm afraid that I will be unrecognizable to you. All the goodness and purity you saw in me gone. So please Beloved finish my story. Write me a happy ending and restore me to the image you hold of me. I can't bare to live this woman I have become. Do it with urgency!
Your Darling
