It’s not something I can explain. When I saw her, I fucking nearly fell to my knees with need, and I will have her. But not because I’m psychotic and delusional. I’m not going to make a goddamn shrine of her and convince myself that we were destined to be together by the gods or whatever weird shit people believe in these days. I’ll have her because she’s the first thing that made me feel something good in so long, and I’ve become obsessed with keeping it.
