I haven’t told her the things she says when she’s drunk. I’ve never seen someone be so cruel. She slanders her own name. When I go to undress her, she shudders, she’s been programmed to think something so intimate is nothing more than fraudulent affairs. I’ve been denied her femininity, she claims her skin been touched by too many. Her profession is slowly manipulating her self image. I’ve noticed the nights when her dried tears clump her eyelashes together. She cloaks herself in black to mourn her beauty but her beauty is not lost, she’s simply given it away. It’s ambitious for me to think I can alter her perception. Simply put she is breath taking.
Please understand you’re enchanting, Nessy.