Chapter |33|
C A I T L I N' S P. O. V Deep in heart wrung tears I'll pledge to thee. Probably the only thing I remember learning in English Lit but for some reason I always loved that poem. By Robert Burns, who expresses the fond memory of a last kiss shared with his lover before they part ways. Despite his suffering, he continues to compliment her, worship her. He doesn't blame her. He blames time and fate, continuing to love her despite her choice to leave him. I say f**k that. Burns should have written down some messy angry scrawl about how love is stupid and unfair. Only the strongest come out of it alive, the rest are left to suffer in their anguish. Thirty unanswered calls and over fifty texts, yet nothing. Not even some half angry voicemail of him telling me to stop. It's as if he
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