Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date;

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d;

But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st:

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Why the sudden change of heart? Why the sudden shift of interest. Maria was delightful indeed. Shannon caught my eyes. Well the others were meh. But why the change of heart I ask.

What did I see in Beatrice that I did not see in the other girls of the island so far? Cruelty? Definitely yes. Malice? Definitely yes.

Sophistication. Wrath. Power. Pride. Childishness. Cheer. Malice.

It was in the rose garden that we met. It was a brief moment designed by fate I suppose. In 3 months of my stay in the Rokkenjima I spent my days with her. I spent my afternoons with her. In my sleep she stays beside me, comforting me until she too falls into slumber. She was like any other woman I knew. But she never, in the slightest, hid her true self from me. She would slap me when I say something offensive. She would say what she wants to say no matter how piercing it is. Despite that I learned to cope to her, learned to keep her satisfied, and learned to never get tired. In return she gives me her endless faith, and her endless love.

I see wrath in her. She’s destructive. She’s always so sure, always decisive. Endlessly reaping.