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To love him is an understatement.

Words cannot describe what I feel when I see him, when he smiles, when he holds me.

Cotton candy hair, ruby eyes

My heart is aflame as he graces me with his sight

I don't deserve him and yet he loves me

I'm just a warrior, a monster, nothing worthy of living.

And yet he chooses to love me. Me, the blonde boy with a scarred face. Him, worthy of a god, and a voice that sounds like an angel's song.

He makes me melt from the inside out, his warmth, his touch, his smiles. If he were a god, I'd be a nun. I'd give my life to him. My love, my life, my god.

I don't deserve to love him.

And yet somehow, every night, he's with me. Holding me.

Loving me.

Dream is strange.

He's like a cat, swift and light on his feet, and yet jumpy and skittish.

I always thought I'd be more of a dog person.

But Dream is the outlier, I guess.

Does he know how much I love him?

Does he know how much he makes me smile?

I sometimes wonder, when I'm alone, if he truly loves me.

Maybe he's planning to hurt me, to manipulate me and use me.

But no, I tell myself. I love him. And I know he loves me back, even if he's afraid to admit it.

Every night I hold him in bed, and he pretends not to care, but I know he does.

And I wish he'd know that I want to be with him until the end of time.

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