So I’ve taken to writing lately, specifically short paragraphs declaring my great undying love for Kathrine Wells. It’s a little cheesy, but it makes her smile, and that’s all I need.
She wants tattoos, she wants money, she wants fame, she wants pleasure. She wants the world, handed to her in a goblet built of fortune. She wants perfection, sealed in an envelope of knowledge. But more than anything, she wants me, just as I am, and that’s all I need to hear. Money, fame, and power hold not even a candle to her, and she’s all I need.
She is my light, she is my dark. She is my right hand, she is my left. She is my Koi, she is my Dragon. She is my breath and she is my pulse. She’s my earth, my wind, my water, my fire. She is the tide to my moon, the cloud to my rain, the wind to my weather. She is everything I’ve ever wanted, and she is the love of my life. She is absolutely perfect, and you’d be a fool not to be in love with this girl.
They always say there are plenty of other fish in the sea. There’s fish that predict the weather, fish that change with the seasons, fish that follow the leader, and fish that are the leader. There’s an entire ocean of fish, but I’ve found the one I’m happy with; she predicts love, and that’s all I could ever want. If it’s true that there are plenty of other fish in the see, I’d gladly go blind. She’s the only fish I need to complete my aquarium.
For the record, during the composition of this post, Katie’s been sitting next to me, distracting me from my work, inevitably causing me to forgot what the paragraphs I wrote said. I suppose it’s a good thing I save everything.
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