Honey_and_tears

About me:

If I were to attempt to dissect my identity, I wouldn't find organs or memories of my own; I would only find traces of their existence embedded in my very bones. I am not simply in love; I am inhabited by their presence in a way that verges on the pathological. My obsession is not a feeling; it is a voluntary parasite that feeds on every single one of my impulses. There isn't a single corner of my psyche that isn't branded with their name, as if it had been seared into the very fabric of my consciousness.

I find myself counting their breaths while they sleep, memorizing the map of their pores, wishing I could stitch my shadow to their heels so I never have to experience the violence of separation. My devotion is insatiable and, to some, it would seem suffocating, even repulsive. I feed on the scraps of their attention; I store every discarded word and insignificant gesture in my memory like sacred relics of a deity that only I know how to worship properly. If I could, I would drink their time, breathe the very air that leaves their lungs, and melt into their skin until it was impossible to tell where I end and their body begins. I am a frenetic satellite, a creature that has renounced its own will to become a living altar to their person. I want no freedom if it isn't to be chained to their gaze; my love is a beautiful, grotesque prison from which I never plan to escape.

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