Chase
You have no idea how much you mean to me.
When I hold you in my arms, the world—and everything in it—fades into nothing, into irrelevance.
Nothing and no one else matters. Only that moment.
The feeling of holding you close to me. Feeling the wind lift your hair and carry your scent into my face.
You can’t feel it, but my heart is almost bursting in my chest.
Your eyes, your touch, your scent—ecstasy itself.
Your touch warms my skin, and your smile warms my heart. I never wanted only your body, only a part of you, because you are the world to me.
I can’t put this into words. I can’t tell you. There are no words that could convey how much I love you. Maybe my actions speak for themselves, but even they can only hint at the emotions twisting in my soul.
I’ve been waiting for this for years. To be with you.
For you to choose me willingly—to understand that we were meant to be together.
You can’t imagine how much this means to me.
You chose me. Finally. I’ve been yearning for this for so long.
And I’m fucking sorry you had to pay for it with the blood of your family.
But my fantasy wasn’t only about getting lost in your body. It was about you.
Even though I knew the truth, I needed you to say it out loud. I needed to hear it from your lips. I know I’m selfish, but when it comes to you, I don’t care about anything else. I’d do anything to have you—until the day I die.