• My love, I hope you can forgive the way
    that quarrel ended so long ago.

    True, my emotions may have gotten the
    better of me, when I took the
    wine bottle and smashed in your skull on
    that nighttime picnic under the
    silver moonlit tree. That tree, where we
    first met and loved when it was
    still in full bloom in the sweet summer air,
    and where I also died, from a
    broken heart, not long after you did, with
    the blood still dripping from the
    flask. And here I stay, still waiting for you
    to return and apologize for how
    you acted so I can forgive and do the same
    for you so we can both move on.

    But you must admit that I had good reason!
    After all, since you murdered my
    heart, it seemed only fair at the time for me
    to murder you~.