lyssabell
My beloved, a handsome knight atop a white, gleaming stallion. My beloved, climbing the castle wall to rescue me from my tower. My beloved, standing outside my window with a boombox. My beloved, he comes in many shapes and forms. But he will always be, my beloved.
My curly black locks flowed around my face as I looked down, into that cold, desperate casket. My eyes threatened to overflow with tears, but I kept them at bay with a tissue. Why did he have to .. die? I hated that word. Die, death, anything related was terrible. But why did he have to go? Him of all people. He was my first crush, my first kiss, and overall.. he was my first love.