9:13 AM
Dearest William,
You wanted me.
I wanted you.
It was the beginning,
And the end.
Of everything.
Today, I wear violet, and I write poetry for you. In case you didn’t know, violet is a color that allows us to be introspective—to get in touch with deeper feelings. To be fair, I think it is time we both got in touch with our feelings a bit more.
So… I’m going to tell you a little story in hopes that you can understand how very deep mine run.
I didn’t want to do it, William.
Really… I didn’t.
But when I saw you there with her in the front seat of your car and you were f*****g her like you should have been f*****g me, I knew then something had to change. I knew by what I saw that you would appreciate a woman who takes matters into her own hands, a woman who takes charge.
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