My Frankenstein of a Love Letter

















I. You. Me. Woah. We.


But it couldn't last. Soon we became just, well...


Me.


And You.


Not together.


Me and You. You and Me.


Not a We. We could never be a We.


You were my perfect insanity.


But that's not exactly true.


You still are.


"And they dug up the remains, buried deep within her heart, sewed them together, long dead pieces of other memories. Only half-forgotten. The mad doctor worked throughout the night, creating something the world had never seen, heard, felt, touched. Loved."
"It came alive. But it was a monster."
"The revived nightmare."
"The unwanted reveries."
"All rolled into one."
"And no one wanted it."