This is for you. She is to me what your heel is to you. I felt I was atleast a semblance of immortal. Then I met her. She has the power to hurt me. She can kill me without touching me and she knows it. She’s the poison arrow that makes my mortality apparent. And I hate it. But I love it. I love her. It’s the only pain I’ve ever welcomed with open arms. I’m addicted to it…to her. My dear Achilles, am I a fool for wanting this? Then let me be her fool. I’m not content until she’s mine no matter how bad it hurts. My beautiful rattlesnake. I’ll allow her to sink her fangs into me and I’ll return to her a million times over. *sighs* SuperMan ain’t got a damn thing on me. You think kryptonite hurts? Try recovering when love hits you. I bet you’re gonna want a speeding bullet to penetrate you.
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