This is no traditional lovers tale.
It is not kind, nor is it justified in any way. Some may refer to it as monstrous.
But no one knows it as I do.
No one knows of the indulging travesties or moments of heart ache.
No one knows of the tempo of temptations, the sway of passing passions growing in a glorious crescendo.
No one knows of the vivacious love between a man and a woman.
Only the tale of a victim and a monster.
He was the truest love that anyone could desire.
The one I would always desire.
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* All mentions of any material from Frankenstein belong to the works of Mary Shelley.
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