Love

It was a long time ago, but I can still remember the captivating light as it glimmered off her hair. Who was this mysterious woman? Her long nails and her beautiful locks of hair were so familiar to me, as if I’ve seen them somewhere before. The way she was so comfortable around me despite my status, like she was different from the riff raff on the street. I could not help but brag to Squire about our extravagant encounter that day, but he acted so suspicious. Perhaps that’s why he abandoned me in the forest… maybe he liked her… maybe he was jealous of us. But I cannot say with certainty of his distasteful actions. Like I’ve stated previously, maybe I’m the problem. Nothing in the realm of mystery is certain, and there is a line where conjecture should not be spoken for it is founded upon uncertainty and incomplete information. If only I understood better, why he hated me. Could it perhaps be for love?

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