Love as thou wilt

Dear Max, 

At times of boredom, I find myself envisioning as a character within the pages of a story, my life unfolding like a book. I often ponder over who might be the author of this narrative. Could it be God? Surely, divinity cannot harbor such cruelty.

Perhaps it's the whims of a teenage girl, secluded in her bedroom, her walls adorned with posters. They say teenage girls can be unkind.

I've often mused on how different my life would be if it were scripted by another hand. Perhaps then, it would carry a gentler tone. If I were not cast as a prince, maybe I wouldn't have acquainted myself with such harshness. For that, I've fervently prayed.

Yet, though it may sound like a cliché, everything changed when I met you.

Suddenly, the greatest peril I face is not the trials of my past, but the thought of a future with you. The prospect of not being loved by you keeps me awake at night and shadows me throughout the day.

I believe that, in any world, no matter what face I wear or what name I am called, I could weather any storm if I have you by my side.

So, I pray. I pray that whoever scripts my fate, whatever challenges they bestow upon me, may possess a modicum of mercy, and ensure that I always end up in your embrace.

Then, and only then, would I depart this world a contented man.

You have completely rewritten the story of my life, and I am utterly gone on you, Max Lightwood-Bane.

May god have mercy on my soul.