The one I love, she is so beautiful to me, even now. She might be gone, but I still have the image of her when she and I were alone, and the love burned in her eyes. I know it burned in mine too. But it wasn't just her looks. It was more than that. She understood me, and accepted me, in a way even I couldn't. And I understood her, I love her, even now that I have found her this way, punctured and covered in awful red. But I won't be alone long. Love, I'll see you soon.