the boy who cried wolf

letter no. eleven

May 4, 1930

Dear Elliane my sweet, 

I am not going to ever let you go. I can't. I need you, I love you. I don't love Dolores, I love you. Elliane, please take me back. Please. You make me whole. You are the mocking bird and I am the hunter. Even with my urge to pull the trigger, I don't because I know everything won't be the same. I have tried to shot you a couple times, but I missed. I would still recover you and protect you from any other predators. Elliane, I won't be able to love again. I can't ever love again. All I wanted was you.

Either you get out or I get in. 

Love, Luke

p.s. Why do we like to hurt so much? I guess that is what you get when let your heart win.