After reviewing my previous entries, I find myself seeming juvenile. I may seem to be seeking only tragedy, but this I swear, it is only for the simple reason that I do not type everyday, nor about everything.
I type so the emotion that run through me and threaten to flood me beyond my mind's sanity, when I type, these emotions flow away from me and leave room for relief.
With that said, I will type my soul yet again:
I find this relationship to be quiet turbulent, conflict after conflict arises. I have no doubt that it is worth it if she finds the patience to be with me. She is what I live for, my heart belongs to her. If she leaves me, I have no doubt that it will stop beating the moment she does. I have many quirks, and I can only hope that she will learn to love me despite them.
I might have to take the initiative and end it before I wound her too much. It would kill me to be a separate entity as my soul has been assimilated by hers, but my life is a price I am willing to pay for her happiness. Beware, for I do not spout hollow words, I am her soul-slave. I love her, and I woulld not trade her for anything or anyone in this world, or any other world.
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