(wastedlands) [Pirvate to Rose]***
May. 21st, 2008 02:28 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ans99Dear Rose,
I apologize for leaving so quickly after our afternoon together. Just wanted to check in to make sure you were doing alright. Any lasting marks you had to explain? I hope you were able to hide them well, if necessary. Depending on how he might take it, of course-- although I don't expect he'd be very understanding about us, would he?
I do hope you understand why I couldn't stay; it isn't that I don't think it would be right, or even enjoyable. But I couldn't bear to share you with him.
Perhaps we will see each other again. Perhaps not, and that may be for the best. But I wanted to let you know that I don't regret anything we did. I'd hope you feel the same.
The Master
When with moss and honey / She tips her bending brier,
And half unfolds her glowing heart, / She sets the world on fire.
***[[OOC: yes, the misspelling is intentional-- this is an unlocked, public message that everyone can see]]
http://community.livejournal.com/wastedlands/182067.html
I apologize for leaving so quickly after our afternoon together. Just wanted to check in to make sure you were doing alright. Any lasting marks you had to explain? I hope you were able to hide them well, if necessary. Depending on how he might take it, of course-- although I don't expect he'd be very understanding about us, would he?
I do hope you understand why I couldn't stay; it isn't that I don't think it would be right, or even enjoyable. But I couldn't bear to share you with him.
Perhaps we will see each other again. Perhaps not, and that may be for the best. But I wanted to let you know that I don't regret anything we did. I'd hope you feel the same.
The Master
When with moss and honey / She tips her bending brier,
And half unfolds her glowing heart, / She sets the world on fire.
***[[OOC: yes, the misspelling is intentional-- this is an unlocked, public message that everyone can see]]
http://community.livejournal.com/wastedlands/182067.html
