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When I had seen you twice, I wanted to see you a thousand times, I wanted to see you always. Then— how stop myself on that slope of hell?— then I no longer belonged to myself. — Victor Hugo, The Hunchback of Notre- Dame
It’s a cruel place here on earth, filled with people who don’t get it. Who choose not to understand that just because someone is different, it doesn’t mean they’re less than.
Most importantly, I learned not to trust anyone who says they love you, because in the end, they always love themselves the most.
I like a man who makes me feel safe without being overpowering.
petite pécheresse.”
If being here is sinful, then this woman is sin, wrapped in a fiery bow.
But temptation is a devastating mistress. It’s not my fault, I remind myself. I’m only human. And she is…all- consuming. Like hellfire.
“Tu me rends fou,”
“Oh, petite pécheresse. Who ever said I was good?”
“Tu es la mienne, au cours de toutes nos vies,” I whisper in her ear. I push myself away from her, forcing the distance I’d do anything to erase. Then I’m gone, knowing that was goodbye.
“Si seulement tu savais quel est mon amour pour toi. You consume me, Amaya. Break apart my faith with the fire of a thousand suns and dominate every nightmare until all I dream is you.”
If she is a succubus, then seduce me. If she is my devil, then I will gladly burn.
I have changed. I’ve seen corruption run rife through the church and the “good” men end up being bad.
She is my Bible. My scripture. My religion. She is everything, and I am nothing without her. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for her.
I’ll never believe it, but I know she wouldn’t want me to wallow in the loss. So I live for her instead.
