The End.
Who was this woman...the minstrel of my heart, the source, and muse of my writings? In truth, she was many women. An amalgamation of experiences and past lovers. Some might find similarities of their own in her descriptions or even think they are her. But no. That could never be because she doesn't exist, or at least exists only in my memories. In the crevices, the mind visits during the dark incalculable hours of the morning. For this reason, I cannot say much of her identity but I can say that she was a wanderer when I first met her. Sometimes I still wonder where she is now, but only briefly. As the adage goes "all things must come to an end" and unfortunately for this character, she must now take a bow. It's been fun, emotional, and relieving writing here for the past 3 years. To all the people who continued to read and share my posts, I raise a glass to you, to those who didn't...the Lannisters send their regards. The end.