I am undeniably selfish to keep you to myself. Everyone else can't help but harbour a deep desire to love you and be loved by you like I love and have been loved.

My undeviating devotion to you is something I can't describe or explain. I love you simply because you are you.

I've said before that I crave you, and that's true. I crave your innermost thoughts and desires. I want to devour your words and your actions. I adore you in every way.

You're not beautiful. You're so much more than that word could ever mean-it doesn't do you justice. You're ethereal.

There is something alluring and terrifying and wonderful and exquisite in chaos. My mind is in a state of chaos because you have made your permanent home in it.

Sometimes I briefly wonder what you're doing. In the morning, I wonder what filled your dreams the night before and what you've eaten for breakfast. In the afternoon, I wonder how you are and if you're happy. In the evening, I wonder if you're watching the sunset and if you like the stars. I wonder if you listen to the same music and what the breeze feels like on your skin and if you like run your hands across carpet in circles until it hurts and if you walk barefoot on the hot pavement and if you like to just be outside and breathe in the smell of grass and if you love the smell of rain and how you like your eggs and do you like this movie or do you prefer the sequel and if a crooked picture bothers you, too. I wonder. I want to know you better.

I've tried so hard to describe how I feel. I can't fathom my feelings into words. You can't either and that fills me with something so indescribable and inexpressible. Your loveliness, your kindness, and your genius overtakes me and I can't breathe.

Would it be too cliche to say that you have touched my soul? You have done much more than that, she-demon. Souls can't be seen or heard, yet you have ripped mine right out of me. And I have given it freely.

You have taken a knife to my chest and stolen my heart, leaving your name carved into the hollow. It hurts to love you so much but oh, it's worth it.

It doesn't matter if this doesn't last. Because this little time I've had is something I'll never forget. It'll always last for me because I'll have a brilliant memory. Every frown, every smile, every laugh-I've felt so deeply. And knowing that what I feel is not unrequited is one of the best feelings in the world.

I can't help but thank you for that.