A letter from the Journals of Giovanni

Dearest Maxine,

Today I passed by a bush of lavender and thought of they way you washed your hair with it. It gives my heart such lift to embrace the aromas of my fragrant love. A downpour came late in the day and it's times like these that I don't think of you. How can we be apart at a time like this, when we have so much left undone. I haven't given you reason to stay and this I know full well is my own fault. You, who say you have nothing left to give me... How dare you! When you know that I give it my deepest endeavor to stay at your side! I have forgiven you these mistakes, of course. It is in my blood to rage war with my love and then to bathe her in the comfort of me the very next moment. But how could I lose you? You were the enemy to my suffering. The heroine who overcame the pain that dies within me and leaves it's foul stench upon the walls of my bedroom. Do you need me to wail and then will you hear me? Will I ever be rid of you...?

Yours Forever,

Giovanni