“You have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you. I never wish to be parted from you, from this day on.” — Jane Austen
I think I fell in love with you when I first read about your righteous heart, how your blood circulated in that cruel world for a single hope — that this wretched place could be changed — where you could make a difference. That you, my sweet beloved, could finally make a mark upon this place, where empty pages flowed red into paragraphs of justice. You captured my heart when you spoke of true kindness, the mercy that death grants us with her all-accepting embrace, how the peace of this world will not be fulfilled until we walk to death herself with a smile, not with anguish written upon our faces due to pain and war. You taught me love, you told me in the last pages of your legacy that you hoped that I would live on with your memory, and that I do, I only wish you only knew how much I adore you. I’ve bought every novel with your name printed inside, I’ve bore witness to your birth in cinema, where actors never portrayed your valor correctly.
Dear Adam, I am your Eve, and you, my darling, are my written obsession.
Dear Eve, I am your Adam, and you, my darling, are my written obsession.
Oh, how I wish I could feel you beside me, because truly, I love you.
[Prompt Provided By SSSC IV: Prompt I — Person A: Hopelessly in love, Person B: Hopelessly fictional, Person A: You will NEVER know how much I love you and it pains me daily]