Whirlpool

Woman

Depiction (of the ending):
I think that some days I can't exactly comprehend how I was gifted, with someone like you in my life. 

  The perfect depiction of femenine beauty.

  Next to you everything is so ugly. Every touch is frightening, every voice is poisoning, and the very thought of every being with someone else is horrifying.

Compared to your femenine beauty everything else is ugly,
You are the very depiction of  wondrous charm

I'd like to think that in my life you're the only proof that god exist,
That you,
You lovely woman is the only.
Only
Things close enough to make me religious.
And that my dear is a very hard thing that many others have tried to do in their lifetime. I think it might be hurtful to know that my missed religious faith would only be brought back thanks to you, whose beauty challenges those of very gods. some art of war I might say that despite the battle going on endlessly in my mind, that of which is unorganized and everywhere. You're the reason I have the courage to write about my understanding of empathetic listening, of expressing my opinion. You, my darling, are why I don't think I'm wrong. You give me my sense of belonging in imagination at its finest. I love you, your taste, and anything you bring along. You give me hope in marriage, and make me understand the infatuation with sex. You make me fear heartbreak. Yet I can't help but count the seconds until you write me back. My heart gets so excited that it becomes emotionally inexpressible. You make me change how much I want to die and make me think that I had to breathe again. I wouldn't care if you were dressed in worn down formal clothes or depicting some actress you'd see in movies.

And sure of course none of this might make sense, but I do care and I care with all my heart that I might fail you or myself. I look like I'm crazy but for you... I'd give anything... anything.. And i'm sorry

For crushing you.

The end.