Her knight became her imprisoner…
Princess Fiona Crystal Diaries
You are not my addiction. No. You are my oxygen. And without you I have no life. I am dead.
Who said love requires a translation?
It does not.
You just need to look in each others eyes and the world around you will turn into a hazy inconsiquential blur.
There were times when I was crying, I was helpless, when I was down, I tried to find you in my dreams, and you were always there…
I want to write you love letters, hundreds and thousands of love letters. Every letter expressing how I feel about you.
All our forevers together, transpiring through out all the versions of reality.
My soul is howling. The shattering of my heart is deafening my ears.
“How is it possible to love someone so much with such intensity! “— I think everyday, puzzled.