My Dearest Vanguard,
With much hesistance I must write to you for my first and final correspondence. We met each other many years ago when you were just a child, and with eager anticipation I knew that one day we would both grow up together, for as much as you were childlike I was too. I silently followed you, not to the effect of a stalker, but out of pure awe to your beauty.
Those years slowly passed, and my heart had grown much too fond, until a fateful day not many moons ago when I was invited over to your abode to, lets say, give you a whirl. I was impressed by your moves, you had grown much since the days ago, yet I still saw a bit of child in you. This troubled me, for I had grown to become an adult. I knew you had grown as well, but I didn't see that sparkle in your eyes. You announced yourself to the world, not by choice but by pressure from your father.
Unwise as I knew this was, I whole-heartedly accepted you into my life. You have very many grand things going your way, but before long your started rearing your ugly head. I say this in jest, picture the wicked step-sisters claiming the innocence of the young Cinderella, and you know my true tempo.
Sometime I believed your beauty was more important to you than your moral fiber. You would have to much too drink on many occasions and crash to our tabletop. You would find your words slowed as we all passed the town lines. You had a nasty habit of stealing our things when we would rest for a spell. And by most unsatisfying order you would remind us of what we could have been by taking our status among others. Umong all things, I noticed that your loyal friends would have to change their appearances before your own.
Now my love, I wan't to find you most likable. I loathed in anguish knowing that I payed your father for at least one more month of this season. Why, surely I jest right? Wrong. I still want to see that sparkle in your eyes, that sense of hope and direction.
You have tried to right me, with the first bit of rewardence by giving me double love this past weekend. I question though, will this be enough?
Honestly not at the moment. My dearest Vanguard, I must take my leave and visit some well forgotten loves. I write this to let you know that I will be thinking about you, and hopefully sometime soon I can return to your loving arms.
With Sincerity,
Olor Whitshield
P.S. Hopefully my love you will understand this, and not allow your many friends to bash my thoughts. For we can only be strong when we accept all views. This little token could make leaps and bounds for those who might take you on the same whirl I once did.
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