April, 5th 2009
Alas, I must give you mercy; I'm drawn to you.
On the train, it was me. I was frightened that you were who I assumed as I read a letter of yours on the train. You're as beauteous as I imagined. Writers of beautiful words are beings with beautiful features.
To answer your second cluster of questions, specific women made me suffer. They were my romantics that I gave my heart to. They tore the muscle of my delicate heart and left me with nothing but an aching, pulsating mess. It hurt me greatly, and to this day, it still does.
Be careful who you invite in your heart. It's your home; you must be careful of those who walk in with mud tracks and leave without taking responsibility.
With love,
M
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With Love ◛ Michael Jackson
FanfictionAfter the death of an aspiring writer's mother, she sends letters to her void address to cope. But what she doesn't know is the address is occupied and that her letters have been read by someone else until he writes back. This Is It era Black female...
