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A Fools Love
deanofantastico
It seems as though fate has something against me, as though it is playing with me in the palm of it's hand. Each time love sprouts it is killed off by fate, like the winter snowfall depriving a rose from sprouting from any more than a seed. :: When I begin to fall in love it always seems to end before I can tell the person my feelings. When I fell in love with the Princess Aliciana Sheffield I had wanted to tell her my feelings, but she was then murdered, her life ending before it's time had even started to blossom, leaving me in dire emotional turmoil. I had not thought I would love again, but foolishly I did. :: I fell for an elf, despite race and the fact that she would outlive me, I began to fall for her. Unlike Aliciana, this elf has not passed, she is alive and well. But she recently told me that she was proposed to and may be wed to another. I felt my heart grow cold, as though yet again the winter snow had begun to fall anew, snuffing out the warmth of any love and returning it back to mirrior the cold snows of my homeland. :: The elf who I will not name perhaps find comfort reading this that it is I who left the roses by your door. :: I Remember a guard named Janos asked me about love. I also rememebered what I told him, "Love? Love is sadness. The good, happy times spoilt by the saddness you feel when the love leaves your heart and is replaced with saddness and regret." I hope he doesn't experience the same type of painful love as I seem to. :: -Robin Drake