Dear Klaus,
How could I ever love you?
Your cruel intentions, wicked taste of malevolent rested upon your tongue that you savor for eternity. I was nothing but a damaged soul wishing for paradise. You used that. You did not care for me. You only care for yourself and used everyone else as pawns.
You sought my love as a weakness when I had no intentions in overpowering you or mock you. I only wanted to love, cherish, care for you, for eternity even, but no matter what I did I was never enough.
I've been killed many times but this one really stung.
Love, Ophelia.