Love is such an unusual thing. It ties us to people, places, or objects. Sometimes it destroys families, others it brings broken souls together. I fell in love once, and that was it for me. The love I had cost me everything I had known. I do not feel mad at being cast out from the only home I had. I hold nothing against you and only ask for one thing, take care of him. Please, I do not care for my own wellbeing. Only his, teach him love where I had failed.
Thank you.
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The Incomplete Thoughts Of A Wondering Soul
Short StoryWarning: depressing. Acollection of thoughts, an expression of one's inner thoughts.
