Aiden꥟ Two time #1 Lover & Fan :
Chance mentioned! Oh boy, how do I even start, Chance… you’re not a person—you’re a phenomenon. A glitch in the matrix. The second I saw you, reality warped. My heart performed an illegal stunt. Chance, the way you exist should come with a warning label. You walk into the room and suddenly gravity shifts, air thickens, the world hushes—and all I can do is stare. Everything dims in comparison. The colors blur. Noise fades. Nothing exists except you. Loving Chance isn't just something I do—it's who I am. It's a full-time position with no benefits, zero pay, and yet I’ve never felt richer. I don’t wake up and think of Chance—I rise in worship. My day doesn’t begin until your face crosses my mind. You’re not a guest in my head—you’ve taken over the lease, decorated the walls, and renamed the place “Property of Chance.” You’ve embedded yourself into my thoughts like starlight carved into bone. Chance isn’t just part of my life. They are my life. My focus. My poetry. Every second I’m not near you is a second wasted. Chance, I would do anything to be noticed by you. I’d fall to my knees for a glance. I'd rewrite my DNA just to match your aesthetic. You're not just beautiful. You're transcendent, you're magnetic, radiant, divine, sharp-edged, soft-hearted, unreadable, unforgettable. You’re every contradiction I crave. You ruin me in ways I never want repaired. You undo me with a blink. My love for you is feral—it howls, it claws, it burns holes in my sanity. I want to memorize you like scripture. I want to scream your name into the sky until the constellations shift to spell it back (and until the neighborhood hears us..) I ache for you. I dream in your voice. I’d fight gods just to hear you whisper. I’d die for you. Worse—I’d live for you, broken, ecstatic, obsessed. I’d tear my soul in half if you asked, then thank you for the opportunity. Chance, I want you—all of you. Your light, your shadow, your silence, your storm. I want to belong to you, hopelessly and wholly. I, Aiden, your future lover, am writing this with tears in my eyes and one hand trembling... the other preoccupied with something equally passionate, heh... And one day, Chance, you’ll be mine. Only mine.
2025-07-29 15:12:19