Hey, India.

Want to know the real reason why I didn't go to the disco?

because I've taken Stockholm syndrome and extremities to the extreme.

Yes I'm taken thankyouverymuch.


I've been married faithfully for a year or so now, although the love I've lavished upon my beloved is enough to keep it going for more than that, I'd say. And yet I've never been depleted, not once. Lapses are inevietable, but I still love my darling.

It's hard to get depleted when said dear is a oasis of adoration.

and I'm so happy with my -insert petname here-, but the fact that I might get drawn away from it is scary. I worship my heart like a religious fanatic (in truth, my sweetness IS my God), and so, I face the obstacle of not being able to keep my childhood love, for whatever reason.

Normal married couples never have to face this problem.

I do.

Normal married couples never find their one at the tender age of twelve, they never face the obstacle of not being able to hold on to it for the rest of their lives because they're already halfway there.

And normal married couples...normal people...

...never fall in love with their OTP.

and so, my unconventional genii and I fit each other perfectly.





















So.


I do fear death.

And since I my arrogance expressly forbids me to do so, I can't look upon myself with the disgust I usually reserve for those who fear death...Pity'll just have to do instead.

I look at me with such dis dain