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Abuse the nonsense.
Scelerophobia
June 23, 2010Letter of Bellatrix to Tristan. Nuff said. [I’m still not done with Shooting Stars at Bellatrix! Sleep mode. 
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Dear Tristan,
Remember when I told you my greatest fears were thieves and being alone?
I was sitting alone in my room last night, and all I could think of was you. I realised how much you mean to me, how much your voice soothes me, how fast you make my heart beat, how you make the world pause when you smile, and how deep I love you. You’re wonderful.
And as I thought of how wonderful you are, I realised how afraid I am.I’m afraid that someone would come in and steal you away from me…then I’d be left all alone again. Now my fear isn’t really of thieves or being alone. My fear, ultimately, is losing you.
But my anxiety gets washed away when you assure me you love me. I trust you completely. My trust is the best I could give you, and you’re absolutely worth the best.
Love is infinite. Love is so vast that though I’ve given myself infinite love, I still have spare infinite love to give you. But trust… I’ve kept all my trust locked away from others for such a long time and now I give it to you.
I long to be with you.
Yours,
Bellatrix
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oh come one, thats so cheesy
Posted by Halvar at December 9, 2010, 2:55 am