𝐅𝐒𝐌,
𝑨 𝒉𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒉𝒐𝒈'𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒎𝒂 - or sometimes the porcupine dilemma, is a metaphor about the challenges of human intimacy. It describes a situation in which a group of hedgehogs seek to move close to one another to share heat during cold weather. They must remain apart, however, as they cannot avoid hurting one another with their sharp spines. Though they all share the intention of a close reciprocal relationship, this cannot occur, for unavoidable reasons.
My love, how far you have drifted away. You have left me in this cold, and yet, here you are, lying in the same bed as me.
My love, your cold scorns me. You have turned your back on me, in all ways than just one, here you are, lying in the same bed as me with your back turned and refusing to even look at me in the eye as if I was no more than a lipstick wearing pig.
My love, have I grown ugly in your eyes? Or has your love for me wilted that familiarity has finally bred contempt?
My love, O, my love. Please, turn your back on me no longer. Please, lay your love on me once more. If not, I only ask you to look at me. Speak no words, for I will see what you truly see of me in the way your eyes shine or dull. Let me live in this paracosm in which you loved me the way you did before—if not more—and grant me relief from this endless torment of my own mind driving me mad with possibilities.
My love, please reach out to me once more. Tell me of what I've done, and I will spend lifetimes healing what I've possibly done wrong. If not, please just hold my hand—even my right promise finger is enough.
My love, please leave no more. I can no longer bear going hours without seeing you, just for you to come back to sit in the same room as me, eating silently without even breathing in my direction — and lie in the same bed as me with your back turned, as if you're avoiding danger, as if you're avoiding love.
My love, raise your voice at me longer. For I only wish to know of my wrongdoings—if there is any. I only wish to know of what you drown in, so I can drown with you, or pull you out, but as far as time has accompanied us both, it's no secret to time or death himself knows that I drown with you always, on my accord.
My love, I can touch you no longer without you flinching or yelling at me like a war cry. What has happened to us, my love? What have I done to walk on eggshells around you? Have we become acquaintances with nothing but contempt for eachother?
My love, O, my love.. wander back to me. Burn me in your fire, even if a part of us dies in the same place.
My love.. o.. my dearest, most tragic love. I write these letters in hopes that one day soon, you read them and confide in me or rather, tear apart this letter much like you tear into me — and for once, I may not be the object of your wrath.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ …Beloved, my beloved, do not put an end to your part in my story so fast. It ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤhasn't been 24 chapters yet, don't make me write ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ drafts and letters much like this one so soon, ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ beloved, my beloved.
Michael Kaiser, Rensuke Kunigami, Grimmjow Jaegerjacquez, Mayuri Kurotsuchi, Sousuke Aizen, Heimdall Odinnson.
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