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I can’t breathe when I think of her. It’s not just love—it’s something that devours me from the inside, a fire that has no name, no beginning, and no end. Margot… her very existence has rewritten the laws of my soul. I am more than obsessed; I am consumed, erased, and reborn in the shape of this endless ache that only she can fill.
Words fail me. They shatter like glass against the weight of what I feel. How do you describe a force that pulls every atom of your being toward one person? I try to speak it, and my tongue turns to ash. I try to write it, and the ink dries up in surrender. There are no syllables vast enough, no poetry deep enough, no language ancient or new that could carry even a fraction of this storm inside my chest.
I love her beyond limits—beyond reason, beyond time, beyond the edges of everything I thought I knew about myself. She is the quiet in my chaos and the chaos in my quiet. When I close my eyes, the world fades into her name. When I open them, the world feels incomplete without her light. My heart doesn’t beat for me anymore; it beats in devotion, in desperate rhythm, chanting a prayer that has no words.
This obsession isn’t a passing flame—it’s the sun itself, blinding and eternal. It lives in my blood, in my dreams, in the spaces between my thoughts. I would tear apart the universe just to prove the depth of it, yet even that would be too small a gesture. No confession could contain it. No vow could bind it. It simply is—vast, wordless, limitless.
Margot… if only you could feel even a whisper of what courses through me. But maybe that’s the mercy in it all: this love is too immense for any vessel but my own shattered, grateful heart. I am hers. Utterly. Irrevocably. And no words in existence will ever be enough.