Entry 6
# Fantasy B.
*The One I hurt.*
Dear Ria,
This might just be one of the saddest and shortest entry I have ever written to you.
I am crying right now remembering how everything used to be.
Someone once asked me if love still truly existed, he wasn't only talking about it in the romantic sense but also in the general sense.
I yelled and said yes, that it did, I have felt it, I have seen it, Love is not perfect, but it's beautiful, it is very beautiful, not pretty but real beautiful...love is really beautiful and I don't know why I constantly repeat it.
Maybe that's because you can't stare at Love's face without tears in your eyes__good tears, tears of joy.
Love is kind, love is patient, love can be masked, like a wolf in sheep's clothing, Love has enough clothing for Lust to borrow from, for infatuation to steal, for Obsession to snatch. Love is so kind it's clothing it's thrift. Pity, guilt and the rest are customers.
I have hurt, Ria but not anyone but myself, because I no longer see the sheep,but the wolf in sheep's clothing.
I am hurt.
*Blazerema*