Other people call this twisted love. It's a terrifying feeling, and no one wants to be tainted by emotions so intense they reek of malice.
How strange. Why does everyone describe my feelings that way? I'm only an ordinary woman, expressing ordinary admiration and devotion for the person I love. I simply love him.
Ordinary worry, ordinary concern, ordinary affection.
I love him, deeply. I love him more than anyone else in the world! I care about him more than anyone else! I won't fear any enemy, no matter what, if it's for him.
I greedily want to seize his gaze, to take over his mind, to etch all of me into his body and seep into his soul, until he can never look away. I want to drive my "love" deep into his heart and lungs!
That's right, this is an utterly ordinary, commonplace love.
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, you!!!!
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!
I'll love you forever, my master.
