She's everywhere, she's electricity, huh? Static, she sits on every surface I touch.
She's hair, she's glucose, she's nitrogen.
I'm being blinded by a fanciful catastrophe of romantic intrigue. It's sickening, isn't it?
How do you loosen the grip? My knuckles are white and red. How tight I'm hanging on, you'd think I slept amongst lions.
A Between The Lions reference in 2026? Yes! Take it home with you, make friends with it.
Her eyes have a way of immobilizing me. I think she almost means to peer into the orrery of my mind, if only to better entice herself towards whatever idea she has of me in her heart. I've tried everything to underwhelm and dissapoint her, to tarry her vigilance, and nothing works.
Hard to ignore her providence when she stands above me, y'know?
I love her, still. This is the worst. She's such an angel, what a sick joke.
The more I learn, the more I fear for what I know my anima desires. God...
She is committed to another.
In the interest of discretion, to protect my love's investment in this man, I will not detail anything of note about the man, or his relationship with her.
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