| Dear Xanatos, You left me...I woke up this morning and you were gone. Didn't you know that I love you? Of course you did. You always knew how I felt. Didn't you care? Oh Xanatos, I saw it in your eyes. You felt something too. But all you gave me was a single kiss, and then you left me. I've alwasys known there was something different about you and I think I always knew you could not stay forever but couldn't you have taken me with you or at least said goodbye? I don't blame you though, truly. I am just a little girl with a pretend woman's heart. My feelings must mean very little to you. No that's not right... You were always very considerate of my feelings...I'm so confused Xanatos...If feel as if a giant part of my heart left with you and I can no longer function without you but I must. I still have things I need to do. I can not weep for you forever. I shall carry sorrow in my heart for the rest of my life and probably cry myself to sleep for the remainder of it as well. But don't feel guilty my darling. I know you were meant for greater things than this little girl. I shall forever be grateful for the time I was allowed to spend with you. I shall love you now and forever. Yours forver, Annie |
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| Annie loves to love and be loved. She loves weddings, she loves everything about it. But she adores feeling like a princess finally marrying her prince. Her prince would be Xanatos. |
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| Introducing the angelic bride of the Devil, Annie. |
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| Annie to Xanatos I was in love when you left me though you left me behind and yes I was sad I didn't and don't blame you I'd never be mad I needed some time to grow and to learn the things I just didn't know about heartbreak and sadness yes even those but now forget it we're together again and you sit and take so much blame I wish you'd forgive and even forget we were only apart for a heartbeat now we can enjoy eternity but it's impossible if you hold in you heart and your eyes deep so much blame for yourself because of me I've forgiven and forgotten now please love can't you? I love you Xanatos...don't keep me waiting for the best years of my life |
| this is mine! you're just not that good!! kidding but seriously...it's mine or annies anyway and now I think I know why the wedding dresses are here. |
| Annie loves to write. She mostly writes love letters to her one true. She is beginning to branch out to poetry. |
| Annie's letters. In chronalogical order. |
| My Dearest Xanatos, It's been two days since you've left. I've been numb...dead...as if you have taken the very life from me...my love. I went for a walk on the beach...the same one that we walked on less than a week ago...even then I had felt the rift. The rift of time, the rift that had lain dorment but now must return. The rift of two worlds that had collided and now must separate again. I had ignored and shut my eyes to that rift. I hadn't wanted to feel so far from you but now it was too huge...to monsterous to ignore. I wanted to tell you that I loved you but I knew that you knew, that it was because I loved you that the rift was so strong...why it hurt so much. I watched the waves crashing into the sand today returning my thoughts to that last day when I realized that you were the wave...and I was a simple grain of sand. You would always have to go somewhere. You'd always have an exotic place to be but I couldn't go anywhere until you come and take me away or perhaps just move me a few inches...leaving me to comtinue to wait for the tide...for you-to come in and visit me again. Otherwise I shall lay waiting -wanting- for you. Yours now and forever, Annie |
| My Dearest Xanatos, Three days now...the sands of time have shifted but I remain much the same. This morning I climbed a tree and remained there all day. I watched the wind blow through the leaves and was reminded again of my utter helplessness...Everything reminds me of that now. I was those leaves...I couldn't move, I could only weep as the wind blew past me. Moving me aside and leaving me there...And I knew that fall would come and I would fall from my tree and die and the wind would blow for other leaves come spring...but not me. I would never be there again. The eternal wind must forget me. It can't have it's thoughts remain on one little leaf...It has more important things to do. But that little leaf still waits...will always wait...hoping that the wind will remember...that the wind will care. Yours always and forever, Annie |
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| My Dearest Xanatos, It has been four days now. Four days since you left without a word. Not even goodbye. Well here is my goodbye to you. Goodbye Xanatos...Goodbye to my heart. You took it with you. Goodbye to the fun loving times we shared. goodbye to the sweet sound of birds welcoming the new morning. They are not so sweet now...they mearly herald another day without your warming presence. Goodbye to the happiness that filled my soul when you were with me. Goodbye to your smile, and with it mine goodbye to you singing me to sleep, though your song will echo in the chambers of my heart forever. I sing it to myself sometimes but the words sound empty, devoid of any comfort they used to give me Goodbye to waiting for my goodnight kiss. Goodbye to seeing the stars dancing in your eyes. Goodbye to the freedom of love. It's freedom to run rampant and spreading joy throughout our hearts. Goodbye my beloved Xanatos. I'll never forget you and I'll never stop loving you. Yours now and forever, Annie |
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| My Dearest Xanatos, It's been five days and I've discovered that I finally understand the sad song sung by the brook. That song of having loved and lost. That's what it sings to me now. I love you, Xanatos...Why must I be apart from you? I know I said I wanted to understand it's song but now I wish I could take that wish back. Give back this understanding of longing. You know, think I know why it's so sad. I can almost see the boys, the girls, the men and the women that have wept all their tears into it and now that's all that it's made up with. A million sad tears, a thousand broken hearts, wept over the river. I know I've cried enough of them. How could that poor little river be anything but sad? When I look into my life without you in twenty years, thirty, a hundred. I still see myself here, weeping for the loss of you. I only wish it didn't have to be this way. You've been gone only five days and already it's been an eternity. Yours now and forever, Annie |
| A WORD FROM OUR SPONSER. So that's the last of the day after day in a row...for now...*laughs evily. And again this is all ANNIE'S work. It's her feelings...and her heart laid bear here so show some respect. |
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| Dear Xanatos, I was married today, I don't know if my family will ever forgive me. They are unhappy that I settled for who I did. But they just don't understand, the only one I want is you, so why does it matter who it is standing next to me? I wouldn't have married at all if I hadn't wanted to be a wife and mother so, a ignorant reason I supposse. I'll regret it before tomorrow dawns, I'll regret it tonight when what should have been a sweet dream, will be a nightmare. As close as you can get to rape of the willing. I feel so guilty, I don't love him...not even a little. Not that he cares, he's after my body not my heart. That is still pleaged to you even after all these years. I will love my children becasue they will be mind but here will never be any room for him in my heart. I will always love you my beloved Xanatos and when I leave this world my last thought shall be of you you...Never of him. I pray my children will not take anything from him. He is just a brainless, lecherous dope. No...I must not speak ill of my husband or any man. My mother begged me not to marry him but there really is no man I wish to mary other then you, so no considerate man will ask me but I do wish to have my children in this lifetime so what other choice do I have? I will not live in sin with a man I care nothing for, my soul is worth more then that. I'm sorry my love, I must go. My husband is ready to leave the reception. Yours Forever, Annie |