the letters that she wrote

I saw it in her eyes for the first time. No matter what he tried to do to make her happy it would never be enough. Behind her creative force was a destructive energy, and all the romantic weekends, and kinky sex would never satisfy the desire that drove her to states inspiration at great heights. So I continued to watch her from across an ocean with my telescope by day, deciphering the secret love letters she wrote to me by night. Each one always ended,


I will hunt you and haunt you.

Give and take.


Love always,

Rebekah.