I'm Not Mad, I'm disappointed.

This is just a rant, that isn't exactly meant to be hate towards anyone. Lets call me..the Mask. Alright? Keeping my identity a secret. And lets call this a crime. Every criminal has an accomplice right? Mine is the Little Shoe. Weird names, I definitely know, but the weirder, the less known. Telling the truth is a crime. The crime I shall commit right now. With each and every word I say.

I didn't enjoy the letters. Honestly, I hated them. Truly. But I do applaud them as well. To think people still take time to play a role founded so long ago, to hide behind a mask, thus why I call myself the Mask, for right now, I am hidden. Now I never knew who the princess or the prince was until the prince revealed himself. I had absolutely no clue. But I knew reading it, brought me to the edge. I hide because if people found out who I am, they would bash me, and trust me, I'm not trying to bash. I'm trying to state an opinion. But why did he have to hide? Scared of rejection? Scared that the princess wasnt what she seemed? Or was the prince just..shy? It's way too overplayed, a fool could do it. But not anyone can upright say you like them, to their face. I know this may sound inconsiderate but trust me, it's better than it seems. It's romantic, I guess but, why go about doing something people do all the time? Be different.

Just say out to the world who you like and who you are. My accomplice and I agreed that its, how do you say, mainstream. Just like what I'm doing now, but I'm committing my crime, and I would hate to have to go to jail for it.

So, as you read this little prince, don't take this in a wrong way, because it wasn't directed at you, you're just an example, a warning. To anyone who may attempt to do these letters, don't use a mask, I'm sure your love would be just as happy with a straight confession, not a misleading one. 

In this world, criminals run around. Take this for advice, don't try to find out who I am, or my accomplice, because trust that I really intend to keep my identity a secret. Behind a mask, not a character.

And now I'm on the run.