Dear, my dearest. I had something to tell you, it's not about us. It's me. Dear, my dearest. I am a shadow, to my 3 am night. Will you still love me? Dear, my dearest. I am a wind, a gust that will ruin your hair. Will you be okay? Dear, my dearest. I am that brightest star, a lonely in a huge tormented sky. Will you be fine? Dear, my dearest. I am that falling rain, mess your looks when I touch you. Will you not be scared? I am me. The freak. The eremophobic. The weird one. Filled with loneliness. Filled with hatred. Loss of loves. Damned. I am that night, gives you the creep to your bones. Will you still stay? Dear, my dearest. I am the one who loves you fully. The one who'll stay whatever you are. Will you love me the way I do? Dear, my dearest. Sing me to sleep tonight, so that I'll know what you feel for me. Let me sleep into your lullaby. Dear, my dearest. Am deeply, madly in love with you. -t
An extraordinary-rare-differentthinker-young girl. Eremophobia.