I see you.
The real you.
I see the whole you, and not just the part kills and terrifies everyone else.
I know you see yourself as a monster.
And I'm not here to say that you're wrong.
You are a monster.
And that's what I fkn love about you.
Most people can only cry or scream when their loved ones are murdered.
But not you.
Your inner monster made absolutely sure their deaths would be avenged, their murderers gruesomely brought to justice.
And I love it.
I think it's incredibly sexy, actually...just like everything about the real you is.
You, and only you.
You are my darkest fantasy come true.
A girl who kills even as she cries;
A girl who loves even as she hurts;
A girl who's meant to be mine---
And there's not a single beautiful and perfectly deadly inch of you that I'll ever want to change.