Ah, my beautiful Carrie. I cannot stop thinking of her. Day and night she plays upon my mind. I still love her even more today than when I first met her. She is still more perfect to me than any woman in the world. More than all the women in the world.
And would I ransom my soul for hers just to hold her once more? You bet your sweet ass I would. To look into those eyes again. To feel the warmth of her smile and her touch. I would, if I had them, ransom a thousand souls for just one more minute with my sweet princess. My kingdom! My kingdom for a thousand souls…
I put this to paper from my heart, but I do not know why. No publisher would ever print such a story filled with nothing but the love I have for my Carrie, and the hatred that I have for those who drove her to what she did. I am not even so sure that I want it read by anyone. I am just compelled to write it down. But then again, for the whole world to read and know of the passion, the compassion, and the loathing we both shared for those chosen few. To let those few know that we did know.
If only it were in me to commit such a heinous crime, I would most certainly enjoy cutting a swathe through the very center of those I hated most. To chop them down one by one in Carrie’s name. But then, they are already dead to me. Doesn’t the Bible preach of the power of the tongue and of ones thoughts? To think it in your heart is to have already committed it in His eyes. And I must have committed it time and time again over the past months since my Carrie left me. Oh how sweet the vengeance.
