Dear savior,
How is life by the sea? How is the world beneath your view? Is life great or are you struggling and hungry. You know what I find weird is the fact that I wished death upon my parents for forcing me to marry such a cowardly bastard as you and then on top of that you left me for war. Yet, I starve for your touch, hungrily starring at your empty space beside me on our bed. Thinking about your laughter and your endless fight to win me over. You never gave up, you wanted me as if you were starved from the love of a mother, a father, and a family. I became your family, yet I do not have the power to return to everyday life. I find myself hating you, I despise you.
Oh, what are these utter feelings and ideas and why can't they seem to escape my mind? Oh please, God, help me for dear life I beg you.
xoxo your savior