♛Do I give off the impression that I don’t?

Normally this would offend me but you caught me in a more or less contemplative mood. Lucky for you. 

– Hold on. It does offend me. 

Yes, I love Louis. I fucking adore him. I worship him. I’m not ashamed to admit it. I have also: despised him, wanted to scream at him until his hands rise up to hide his tears, wanted to beat him to a quivering bloody pulp. Satisfied? 

Obviously there was life, well, existence, before Louis. I functioned. I loved. As you probably know already, when I found him, he was trying desperately to drown himself, trying to weaken himself physically, so that someone could more easily take his life… his soul spoke to me before he even saw me, he simply couldn’t kill himself, his passion for life matched my own. I was captivated. He still captivates me.

The fact that we’ve found peace in each other’s arms for so many years is all the more valuable considering the battles we’ve fought against others, time, the world, and (really, most importantly) each other. We still fight – with words mostly now, and it can be vicious. But underneath it all is an undeniable need for each other (not only physical) that overrides… well… everything else.

I think in the last analysis, his happiness is my happiness, and vice versa.