How long have we been together now? A few days? A week? A month? I can hardly remember. I look at your face, glowing in the moonlight, and shining in the sun, and i begin to forget things. You are so very beautiful. You look like an angel. Thats why i took you, you know. I wanted you to be my angel. To protect me. Now here we are. I always heard people talking about this. Always on the television, in books, in magazines, on trains, in buses, at the corner of the street. Love. Emotion. Relationships. I never understood, but i never said a word. I thought they'd laugh.
And now I get it. I understand what all the fuss was about. But oh Christos, I want more. I remember the first time. And the next. And the one after. Each time, you taught me something new. And i, having so much to learn, proved an apt pupil.
They talk about so much nothing, these faceless people. They think they know love but they dont. Not like us. We could teach them so much about it. They talk about 'personal space', and 'respect', and 'self-identity' and its all just so much bullshite! How can i love you and yet be separate from you? When i penetrate you, when i am inside you, only then am i complete. And yet, i feel like i lose a fragment of myself, everytime we part. Thus i am not even half-complete, on my own, anymore.
I followed you for almost a year, you know. I studied you. I used to read your mail and then re-seal it for you to find. I rifled through your trash. I committed to memory the days of your menstrual cycle. I followed you everywhere. And you let me.
How can there be any space between us? I need you. More than ever. I want you in ways more profound than animalistic coupling. I know almost everything about you. But I want more. The ultimate penetration. If I could, I would break into your head, and follow every memory down its path, right back to when it all began, back to you as a child, an embryo, a homunculus, unborn and floating in your mother's womb. I want to see you, possess you, hold you in my mind's eye.
And never let you go.
Love is a prison. And you're my prisoner, and my captor, both at the same time. I keep you trapped here, behind this cage, warm in my heart, and you keep me bound to my purpose, compelled to follow the course of my actions. Just like you want me to. We're both prisoners. Trapped, each in the other's gaze. Held in place by force of will. Your will, and mine. Just you and me.
Together forever.
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I hope you found whatever it is that you were looking for, and that it was worth it. Because I don't trust you anymore, and I will never be able to let you in.
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