You are the knife I turn inside myself.

Evangeline
He/Him
20⠀Intj
In love with
My Muse.

I'm just a man devoted to his husband. A wife devoted to her spouse. A dog devoted to its God, a God devoted to its dog. You get the gist.

He's my Sun, my Moon, my Eclipse. My design, my art piece, my muse. I was born for him. I exist for him. Everything I am is for him.

If you're starting to think that I sound disgustingly obsessed, it's because I am. "So if your husband jumped off a cliff, would you-" Yes. Pry open my rib cage, you'll find him there. Slit my wrist, I'll bleed him.

I'm so in love it makes me physically sick. If you're not him, you mean nothing to me. You are, and always will be, second to last.

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