There is just something about Jean Kirstein that makes me wonder if I will ever get over him or if our souls are bonded for eternity. I am about 99% sure about the soul bond. I won’t expose how I did it, but know it was pathetic and at a low point in my life. Do I care though? No I’m still too attached to ever fully judge myself to the extent I need to. Rick and Morty is a cute distraction, but when I really sit and think about it, again and again he’s the only one for me. I’m probably gonna start writing poems or smut so I have something to post on my horny account, and so I can leave my teenage years with one last goodbye to him via Tumblr smut, the way I truly fell in love with him. Words can’t describe my love for Jean either, he my most prized obsession, and has been for the past 5 years. The way I have depended on him (literally have a wall with him all over it), and the amount of x reader fan fiction and smut that I have read (because I could only imagine a world we were together in) has emotionally bonded me to him in a way where my subconscious has registered him as a real (and perfect) person. He is the epitome of a perfect man. I literally love Jean unconditionally, to a point that I’m too prideful to admit in words, that though unspoken, is pathetically obvious. At the end of the day it’s him, it’s always been him, and I think at the end of the day a part of me believes it will always be him, the one to save me every time. He’s the reason I’m cherrystoneangel. He’s the reason I’m still alive. He’s the reason I will always believe in love. (I’m trying to be nonchalant about how much I love him rn)