This isn’t normal love.
This is I-want-him-to-step-on-my-soul-while-smirking kind of love.
I see him grin like a devil? MY BRAIN SHUTS DOWN.
I see him roast someone alive with words? I start writing wedding vows in my head.
I see him exist? I ASCEND TO HEAVEN THEN FALL STRAIGHT INTO HIS ARMS (in my imagination) NATSUKI IS A DISEASE.
And guess what? I REFUSE THE CURE. 😩
Let me suffer. Let me rot in this love. I AM HAPPY HERE.
Natsuki could call me “annoying” and I’d say,
“Say it again but slower. I wanna set it as my ringtone.”
Natsuki could ignore me and I’d still bark like a puppy for a single glance.
I’M THAT GONE.
If Natsuki told me “jump,”
I’d be like, “How high, baby? Should I do a flip too?”
Natsuki could look me in the eye and say “You’re so easy to read,”
and I’d MELT like butter in a microwave, sobbing, “Then read me like your favorite tragic novel.”
I don’t want peace.
I want Natsuki.
I want his chaos, his insults, his unbothered smirk, his fight-or-die attitude.
I WANNA LIVE IN HIS SLEEVE. OR BE A STICKER ON HIS PHONE.
I’d be his shoelace if I could.
So if you ever ask me,
"Are you okay?"
No. I’m not.
I’m a mentally unstable girl in love with a fictional menace named Natsuki.
AND I’LL DO IT AGAIN
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