Samson,
I really did love you.
Do you believe that?
I destroyed everything that was 'myself' before I could destroy you.
And then you were gone, and I thought, what would I have settled for to keep you by my side?
I was a prostitute Sam! What did you see in me? I didn't believe in your love - how could I? I had already seen too much of love.
When you kept lying to me I was happy, I thought maybe you'd keep it up. I wanted to stay with you forever, but I knew that I couldn't, so I had to leave first. I had to make the best deal I could, and look out for myself.
Can you understand that?
You had parents who loved you, a God who showed you favour, and you gave that up for me. I didn't appreciate that, I despised you for it.
I loved you for your nobility, and yet being with me annulled that. What I wanted most had already ruined you.
How could I keep living with you, knowing it was I who shackled you long before I turned you over to their chains?
And now I sit with a bag of silver and write letters to a blind man.
Tell me, Sam, who really won?
Delilah
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