Dear Dubois,

I'm in pain! He's gone. His physical body is gone. But his heart is no longer here. I wonder do man even love? Are we just o. I loved you. What else could I give you? You were it. That's it. No one else. I give you my all. I changed for you. I breathe for you. Why don't I even get love in return. Do you like for me to chase you? Am I an prize you won, were you can treat anyway you want because you know you have my heart? Do you say what you feel or say what would impress me to get me to fell in love with you? Just so then you can step on my heart? I was there for you. I didn't judge you. I over looked your flaws and felt you were beauiful inside. And to you, I was just a tool and a fool. is there really love out there? Are we just here to say fancy words to get someone to sleep with us? Is there no one that loves a person for the sake of loving that person? Does it always have to be for the sake of sex, money, power and fame? Instead of love, forgiveness, companinsion? Don't want the responalbiby of caring for someone else? To love and to hold, through sickness and in health? To talk to when I am down, and do the best to cheer me up. I'm tried and I tryied. and I think I'm though. Though with love. Though with the thought of love. Though with the hurt from love. Though with you.

love, emmy