Chapter 1: Today I read our electronic history a dusty living-room tome wistful for reminiscence and a late afternoon happy-end. In Chapter Two I meet the villain in wanted posters on every page and read a folkloric anguish revealed between every line in heartache and metaphor. (I was illiterate to your language)
Chapter 2: And now she is accountable for the permanent etchings of betrayal and cruelty. History be not fickle as I. History be not proud.
Chapter 3: Atonement? Stay tuned. The co author may have just broken the contract. Writer dynamics are begging forgiveness.
To be continued.
The classic story of "My Best Friend Was In Love With Me" followed by "How To Break a Heart". Every time I think I've become a 'good person' I am humbled by past mistakes.