Dear Tristyn

Dear Tristyn,

I know you said it would never work, but my brain refuses to accept that because my heart knows what it wants. "It's wrong. Its an abomination." The voices shout out to us as we clutch to each other. They call us witches, a wrench in God's plan. But if it meant I would be there to say I love you, I would glade be burnt for this love. The stones they stone us with are only reminders of what is real. 

You were the only light in my path, helping me to find myself. If you were to go,  I would end up lost inside the labyrinth of heartache and pain. You're my magic string leading me to the end, and I am the ignorant soul who is damned. 

Let them say what they want about us, for we only need each other. But girls can love girls, and this is pure, so is it a sin?

Love, Amanda