Our love was especially difficult to attain. Especially simple too, but so incredibly difficult on so many levels. I literally crawled through hell to get to you and yet I still cannot touch you.
I cannot bring myself to believe that our love is more extraordinary than what other people experience on a daily basis and yet…. by our own logic it must be truly extraordinary to have reached the point we are at now. Our love should have been vanquished a hundred times over. And yet it grows stronger. Still, it grows stronger.
It is like an all devouring behemoth, growing each day. I fear that soon it will be too much for me to handle. That soon I will not be able to focus on anything that is not directly related to you. I fear that that is what you wish for. For me to be unable to function, except by your leave. And even then I am unlikely to be able to think of anything else. Do you really wish for me to be unable to function without you? Something deep inside me cries out a resounding yes.
You are breaking me. As surely as I am powerless to stop it, you are breaking me. The process began long before I was aware of it. What terrifies me more is how badly I want it. How badly I want to see how deeply I can sink into the depths of your love. You have ruined me for anyone else.
In other news, I have this belt with metal studs on it. I want you to use it on me hard and harder until I am screaming your name.