I knew the second I met you that there was something about you I needed. Since then you’ve slipped under my skin, invaded my blood and seized my heart. Turns out it wasn’t something about you at all. It was just you.
I’m in love with you, and I’m not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I’m in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we’re all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we’ll ever have, and I am catastrophically in love with you.
I'm sorry.
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