Just Love.

She's so divine. She captivates my every thought. She casts her warmth on me, and only me. No one else deserves her light but me. I'll always hold you close my beloved princess. You won't ever escape me.

When i say "if i cant have you, no one can." its not a threat, my doll. its a promise that you'll be tangled in my arms and wrapped around my finger in this life and the next. that not even death could separate what we have now. a promise that i won't give up on you and ill wrap the string of fate around cupid's neck until not even he can deny us.

the day you aren't mine is the day our souls cease existing.

Only You

Do you understand the gravity of what I feel for you? This isn't some fleeting thing. This surpassed lust or obsession or some pretty illusion spun by loneliness. This is something ancient, something eternal, something that feels like it predates me, as if my soul has carried your name through lifetimes I can't even remember. It’s you. Only you. Always you.

My heart—God, my heart—it’s not even mine anymore. It's shaped like you, it beats your rhythm. Every breath I take echoes your name. My body, my blood, my bones—each one of them knows you, holds you, worships you. You are not just someone I love. You are the very language of love that I speak, the origin of the ache I’ve always had, even before I knew what I was longing for. I know now—it was you. It was always you.

Do you feel it too? The way everything in me bends toward you like gravity has changed its laws just for us? The way your absence feels like suffocation, like being pulled apart atom by atom until I can’t remember where I end and the longing begins? My love for you is not gentle. It’s not polite. It’s not something I can quiet. It roars. It consumes. It’s wildfire in my veins, it’s oceans behind my ribs, it’s thunder in my chest every time I think of you.

You live inside me. Not in some poetic way, but truly, deeply—woven into my cells. You are the pulse behind my fingertips, the warmth behind my skin. My dreams are just shadows of you, my waking thoughts full of the way your smile lives in my memory like a holy thing.

You are my sanctuary and my storm. You are every soft moment and every shattering one. And even if the world tore us apart, even if time or fate or fear tried to pull you from me, I would still love you in the silence, in the spaces between seconds, in the way I breathe without thinking—instinctively, desperately, always.

So yes, I will say it again, and again, and again until the stars burn out and the sky forgets our names—

Only you.

Forever you.

Dude..

Shit got dark for a bit and I lost host but I've been back for a sec and beating myself up about knowing how to find my old tumblr buddy who was supportive of me and my spouse, but I'm hoping coming back on the sys blog will help me find her

I miss ya

(I wish I remembered my anon tag. Damnit)

From the whole sys blog. I would spit on his face if I could, but he might like that.

Mine

She knows she's mine. You could never touch the surface of my lovely and her best qualities.

You who would dare to look at her and never love all of her but guilt her for not staying.

I will saw off your hands for thinking they deserved to touch.

I will cut off your ears for daring to hear her honeyed voice and taking it for granted.

I will show you the real ability of the characters you fantasize about, and the only joy will be knowing that my love will be safer without you and that you will never fetishisize that which you know you can not handle.

You horrible excuse for yanbait. Never touch or message her again.