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I love him I love him I love him I love him I love him
No, you don’t. You’re a monster who’s only ever known pain, death, sorrow. You pleasure yourself in the grief of others, for God’s sake. Not once in your long, endless life have you ever contemplated on the thought of love, so how on earth would you know how it feels? You don’t know anything. Monster.
I love him I love him I love him
Do you really? Do you love him for his looks, for the way the strands of his golden hair fall over his perfect complexion indiscreetly, for the way his eyes glimmer in the sunlight and are always so alive with fire, passion, desire? Do you love him for his personality, the way he instantly angers whenever he hears any reference to him being short, the way he can be so brave and loyal and sacrificing all at once? Do you love him because he is the only person who you can imagine throwing onto a bed and kissing so hard that your lips would begin to ache?
I love him I love him I love him I love him
Keep telling yourself that.
I love him I love him I love him I love him I love him I love him I love him I love him
Why don’t you tell him? Because you’re too scared he’ll push you away? Because you’re meant to be enemies? You sick bastard.
I love him I love him I love him
You’re every deadly sin incorporated into one when you’re around him. Not just envy, oh no, you’re everything – lust, gluttony, greed, wrath, pride, sloth, as well as the one you’re meant to be. It’s admiration on the verge of obsession. Everything about him makes you want to claw your own eyes out, and yet… and yet you say you love him? Pathetic.
I love him I love him I love him
You can’t control yourself around him. It takes all your energy just to stop yourself from crushing your lips against his whenever you’re even the slightest bit close to him. Get a grip.
I love him I love him I love him
Yeah, right.