I need him so bad. I need him in my life. It’s not fair that I feel screwed because I don’t have him. I desperately need him. He’s my everything; without him, my life feels so depressing. He helped me raise from the dead. He helped me to enter a new dimension. He opened my eyes. My third eye. He’s my everything. I love him so bad, my ribs hurt, my head spins around, my mind is occupied by him. I can’t function normally anymore; all I think about is he, and when I realize how hard or almost impossible it is for us to be together, I want to fucking kill myself. I love his smile. I’ve never seen a person with a prettier smile than his. I love his deep ocean eyes that hold the spirit of another universe. I love his little mouth. I love his upper teeth that aren’t really straight. I love when he slightly opens his mouth and I can see his upper teeth. I love his face. I love his sad resting face. I love his skin. I love every inch of his body. I love his last name. And I love his first name. I love his fashion style; it’s so fucking good. I love his short height. I love his sense of humor. I love his awkwardness that sometimes comes out. I love his vintage aesthetic. I love where he’s from. I love when he speaks German. I love his birthday. I love June 3rd. I love that he has the same zodiac sign as me. I love that he radiates kindness. I love his age. I think 27 is beautiful. He drives me to new horizons; I become a new person I have never been. I want to be perfect just like him. I want to put all my effort just for him. But on the other hand, the situation I’m in makes me want to kill myself.