You asked me once if I thought there was a difference between loving someone and falling in love. I said of course. You proceeded to ask which comes first. That I did not know. But what I did know is that I am in love with you. And if any one moment in time anchored my soul, creating a tether to this plane of reality, it was that very moment I fell. I realised I had a protector born of pure intimacy and how could I not love that? How could I not love all that you are? For that I am so happy I met you, though I am scared too; for there is such joy and such pain. I have never wanted any form of eternity till now, I never saw the point. So stay, please love me too, be brave enough to take my hand. I have been longing for you to feel the same for so many months and years that you are beginning to feel fictional. I need you to become real again. Say you will love me. You are my sex-muse, my obsession, the one who I think of when I need to restart my heart and rekindle my soul. Yet I keep that to myself so that you can be yourself. I respect you. I love you. I see your soul. I feel the intensity of your intelligence. If we are soulmates then that's great. If not, then I will do what I can to help you succeed in your passions, in your life mission. I'm not a possessor. I am a protector, an elevator, a guardian. I'm bossy though. I will tell you exactly what I think. And if you make me responsible for your safety you'd better do as you are told. Otherwise, I'm just a friend... one who would grant you any wish in my power... one who will always love you because you are so very, very, brave. You see, I'm always obsessing over a guy, that's my m.o. This time it's different though. I can't move on. You are it. You or no-one. And though I've felt that way before, this time there are no alternatives, no plan B. God, I always had a plan B. Now everyone else is gone and it's us or being alone. So beautiful. So scary. So real.
