Loki,

I feel like I owe you an apology. I’ve … not been easy to be around lately, and I’ve taken out much of it on you. I shouldn’t do that.

You’re angry that I still care about you. That I still love you, despite your devotion to Vennyce. I don’t entirely understand your anger, but I accept it. I can’t stop, though. I’ve never been able to.

You’re right, I do fall in love easily. How can I not, seeing into people’s hearts the way I do? There’s always something beautiful there, always something lovely, admirable. And everyone should be loved. If I can do that, why shouldn’t I?

I don’t stop loving easily. It’s probably best that way. I do get hurt. But it’s best that way too. I should be the one to get hurt; I can take it. I can always take it. So if you need to lash out again I’m here.

Summer

[melted wax, impressed with a cat’s pawprint, still smells faintly of fire]