Dear Love,
You are evasive to the point of non-existence. I often-times look for you only to find our paths have not crossed. Are you ignoring me? Perhaps I have offended you in such a manner as to make you want to hide. If so, I apologize.
Sometimes I don't miss you at all, convincing myself that you aren't worth it anyways. Folly has never left me high and dry, and Lust has never turned a cold shoulder. Yet, when I am with them, I only think of you.
It's unfair, you know, to make me want you so badly. Infatuation is unbecoming, but you make me wear it like a uniform. You take away my confidence and my reason like they are your property. All I can say is damn you to hell.
And one day, hopefully, I will be a sinner.
With mercurial regards,
An admirer
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