Once again I have come before you to tell of my thoughts. You have heard of my latest thoughts, but I have now come to dwell on one specific happening. Of the one who has possibly softened the surface of my cold heart...

Yes, I have seen her, but only once. In all my shame and ignorance, I did not approach her. And in fear and cowardice I fled, for I did not know how to greet one such as her. I looked upon her graceful form as she lept and ran after another. Her pelt, although oddly paired with her mask, shone majestically in the sun, the vibrant greens and blues meshing together. I have seen her pelt on others, but they never wore it so perfectly.

She is quite the beautiful doe. Yet I do not think she realizes. I could have gone to her, shown my respect. But what could a mute such as I do? I cannot speak, she could never understand me. I would only put a blot on my image by going to her. A freak, they said. The word still echoes through my mind as if I were still a fawn. That's what she would think of me. Just a freak.

I have gotten to know her, by other means. I may not be able to speak, but I do know how to write. We have written, and I have found more intriguing things about her. She showed me that not all can be normal. She too is different, she claims to have a curse. My dear, it is not you who has the curse.

How can this happen? How can this happen to me? The one who never had a scrap of affection. The one who was abandoned and cursed. The one who's lived a life of isolation, only to be rejected by the ones before him. Yes, it has happened to me. My heart has become cold and hard from the years. Before now, I never saw the point of love. I saw it as a cruel, misleading nightmare that drove you into the pits of dispair no matter what happened. A force much to powerful to tamper with. Something I never wanted to get involved with, because of the truly disgusting things it can drive you into.

Yet... she has shown me otherwise. She has shown me the lighter side of a very dark force. She has shown me that, curse aside, we are all the same. And if we look at the similarities, we would get along. I just wished the ones before me knew that. Maybe then, this would not be so baffling. But she does not look at me that way, I am sure. For there is another in her life, and he came before I did. They seem to speak easier with each other. Maybe they were the ones meant for each other. But I do not mind... If she truly does not return my feelings, I will continue my life the way it was before. In isolation and bliss...

But... slowly but surely...

my cold, stone heart...

has become a little softer...

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heh heh.. hey the other two did it, WHY SHOULDNT I?!

Vessel is such a blabber-mouth when he starts writing... this is way longer than the other two XD oh well, enjoy