Dear Parasite,

I’m looking at you, sitting on my couch, looking so at home. You look so peaceful, like you were asleep. I’m sorry I got angry. I love you so much, baby. You shouldn’t have left. YOU STUPID ASSHOLE! HOW COULD YOU?!? We were supposed to be planning our wedding, starting a new life. Everything was so perfect. You were so perfect. I look over at my desk, at the unmarked invitations. The warm feeling in my chest, around my heart, begins to fade. I’m so sorry, honey, I didn’t mean it to go so far. YOU COCKSUCKING BASTARD! HOW COULD YOU?!? It’s ok now though. That evil, skanky, bitch is gone and we can be all by ourselves again. Remember when we used to go off weeks at a time, just to be alone together? It was so romantic. We used to dream of our own house filled with little children, running and laughing and playing. I understand that you were frightened that we were moving to fast. Why did you have to go with her? We were so happy. YOU MOTHERFUCKING CUNTLICKER! HOW COULD YOU?!? Remember when we first met? I was just a shy little girl. You were so much older, more sophisticated, and so handsome. I remember asking everyone who you were. You came up to me and asked me to dance. You held me in your arms and whispered in my ear. My dear, lovely parasite. You are my world, my universe. You. Are. Mine. and always will be. Only, it’s too bad about your throat. All that blood is sure to stain you tux. Not to mention how the pictures would look. Oh, well… you’ll always look handsome to me; if only you weren’t so cold.

Lovingly,

Your Fiancé