Lately, I've been caring less and less about my dignity and honor, and it's frightening what watching you every day have been doing to my psyche.
Am I hallucinating? Is my brain playing tricks on me? I feel like this last week has brought me closer to you than I ever imagined, and it sure did a number on me.
I have become addicted to you.
You're the drug that makes me feel happy when I take you in.
The same drug that leaves me to rot when I can't see you. Losing my will to moving on. Losing my will to live.
No, that's terrible. Speaking like this feels like I want to blame you for the state I am in, which is a forbid myself to think for a while.
I am sorry, but this smile still hasn't left my face.
Love can be such a difficult thing to deal with when you haven't loved someone properly in a while.
You may already know it by now, but I slipped up.
So what happens now? How are we going to proceed? I don't think I have to tell you my everything, but I wish I could.
I wish I could move worlds for you, create a perfect paradise for you, take on all the sickness and bad thoughts for you.
No, I think I can. At least try.
Forever. I will try.
I've still got so much of my love to give to you
And it won't be a waste.
I promise.