Ravensie

Mi Amor, Mi Vida, Mi Mundo,    As the world goes mad around me, I understand that this, my final letter to you, is as much confession as it is a farewell. As such, I will be honest with you in ways that I know will anger you, even if I do not survive the night. Do not grieve for me, for I have lied to you from the moment we met. You remember, don’t you? I am certain that I still feel the imprint of your palm on my muzzle, as I am certain you must feel the ache after such a slap. Your eyes were like amethysts with hearts of indignant flame, showing me the bunny under the proper outer dress and dignified air. The most beautiful senorita