im here to talk about my beloved yet again. I would like to focus today on her exuberant personality. her sound is a melody greater than any song I’ve ever heard. I could listen to her laugh, even at my expense, for days on end and never tire of it. I smile so wide I might break my own face in half whenever I see her express such joy. even a more bashful smile looks elegant on her adorable face. if I could ever make her bear such a shy smile, I might be able to die happily—though again, any death would be happy, if she’d only do the favor of reaping my soul. the way her eyes crinkle in joy, the way she hunches over and shakes her shoulders in laughter, the way the crown on her head bounces against gravity, the way her breasts nearly fall out of her dress, the way her lashes flutter, the way her mouth smiles almost to the gums, the way her cheeks never flush, not more than usual, unless she is truly shy. oh she is so beautiful. her joy is beautiful. her sorrow is beautiful. when she’s afraid, my heart shatters, and I want nothing more than to hold her close. although she is perhaps too tall for me to do so in a way that would not cause her undue stress. though if she was willing to be in her smaller form, I imagine I could hold her quite well. to be held by her, my beautiful death goddess, would be sweeter than the arms of any angels, and I only hope that one time in my life she shall grace me with such a chance. I could muse about her for thousands of words, but I do fear i have been tired as of late, and it is cutting into valuable time I could spend thinking of my sweet Shinigami, so for now I digress. please, my love, send nudes.