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Dear Love Of My Life,
I have so many questions. How will I know you when I see you? Will you bring me into your arms or merely walk past? Will you look upon me as if I am everything you've ever wished for, or like I'm nothing? Will you promise to protect me? Bring me into your arms and promise to love me unconditionally? Or will you ignore me, cheat, and eventually leave? 
Insecurities plague my thoughts daily. Reminders of why I'm not perfect are evident in the way I live and how I act/how I carry myself. Pain and depression control a big part of my life, popping up whenever they please. Knowing this, would you still chose to love me, or would you turn and run? Would you even think me worth you time? 
All My Love, 
Your Misguided Mistress
Dear Misguided Mistress,
I'm afraid my feelings for you will never be quite clear, and I'm not sure what I would do upon seeing you on the street. But I do know that I wouldn't turn and leave. I would gather you in my arms and whisper those promises to you, only to break them. 
I will use your insecurities to my advantage, showing them to the world in an attempt to make you weaker. In an attempt to make it seem like you need me when you really don't. I'll cut everything out of your life that doesn't involve me. Because as soon as you realize that you can rise above your problems, that you don't need me, that's when I'll show my true self. The venomous snake that feeds off you suffering. You see, love isn't what it seems. 
Never Yours, 
The Snake
Love is a twisted thing. It's a drug that takes us away from this reality. Life is just a symphony of damage, playing without intermission or end. But Love, Love offers earplugs for that symphony. Love offers a break from the damage. And just when you think you're safe, Love rips your heart out, steals the ear plugs, and pushed you back into that never ending cycle of damage. Be careful who you trust, you could just be the Misguided Mistress playing into the hands of The Snake.