Writing Prompt: "Write a letter to your antagonist from a secret admirer"

Like I said, I don't really have an antagonist, so I just pretended that I did, and then pretended like that antagonist had a secret admirer:

Oh, you and I.

Remember the days when we could fly?

I do.

It was so much fun back then with you.

We knew

Although the world was harsh and cruel too,

We would love

Fiercer than the wind or burning stars above.

But then,

You fell further than I ever thought you'd sin.

And I

Sank. But you didn't even cry.

Melancholy

Are those associated with folly.

Me

Sinking in the ever darkening sea.

You

Drawing more blood than you ever knew.