Can't it be painful, too? Or maybe I'm mistaken, calling it love.
[It's fine. They're talking vaguely. And they're both despairzos, so it's fine.]
. . . The first time I laid eyes on her was when I was a child, on the day I had decided to die. But when I beheld her, I felt something more powerful than any feeling I had ever known, and I wanted to live.
Since then, I have been unable to stop thinking of her, dreaming of her. But. . . because of who she is, it is both impossible and blasphemous, and the revelation has only caused pain to those who care for me.
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[It's fine. They're talking vaguely. And they're both despairzos, so it's fine.]
. . . The first time I laid eyes on her was when I was a child, on the day I had decided to die. But when I beheld her, I felt something more powerful than any feeling I had ever known, and I wanted to live.
Since then, I have been unable to stop thinking of her, dreaming of her. But. . . because of who she is, it is both impossible and blasphemous, and the revelation has only caused pain to those who care for me.