Got a boy and he is the literal bane of my existence, I feel like freaking Joe Goldberg
LIKE he is sooo gorgeous like not even handsome or good looking, GORGEOUS like you haven;t seen my man he is ethereal
Like angel of god,not one of us measly humans level majestsic
And like ofc I want him and it physically hurts when i'm not near him or I can't see him,can't hear is voice (never talks to me tho ofc) but yet I wonder do I really want to exist for him,what about when he knows that I exist and what does a devout believer do when he faces his god
IDK if I want to ask god to make me his gf or the ground he walks on,the chair he sits on,the door he leans on ,the oxygen he breathes, I want it all
I wanna run my hands thrru his hair,i wanna hear him say my name,I wanna know his favourite colour,his favourite cologne, everything he has to give, I want it and yet idk if I want him to want me....because dreams are a dangerous thing for a woman like me
His presence,his mere existence is already a drug,an addiction and purgatory to me...If I actually had him I would never be able to let go
