MontyGluDevair

When I first saw you, sitting at that table, my heart stopped. Frozen in place, I couldn't look away.

It was destiny. Fate had brought us together. Deep in my mind a voice screamed, "There it is, the key to our happiness..."

I took my first step forward towards you. My knees buckling from the sheer splendour that oozed from your amber glow.

Soon the crowd’s drawl around me rumbled into my ears. My eyes snapped back to reality. My heart grew heavy in my chest.

How could I be so foolish? Everyone around me wanted you, just as much as I did. How could I be so greedy?

My feet stopped, halted by a hesitant heart.

I couldn’t help it. I wanted you to be part of me. I needed you to make me a fuller person.

But what could I be for you? Who could I be for anyone? The crowd around would watch me try to take you for myself, what would they say?

I was empty. Growling. Weak.

My brow grew moist with nervous sweat. My palms clenched with anticipation. The murmur around me grew into a cacophony of judgement and heartstring tugs.

And then a sudden determination struck my soul. Like the arrow of cupid himself plunged into my chest. Where my silent heart once was, a fire ignited, bringing my passion back to life. A rigorous warmth enveloped me, and my ravenous body.

Adoration.

Desire.

Love.

I strode, strong and proud, to where you rested. Idly you sat, without a worry. You never worried, it was impossible for you to ever worry.

As I reached you at the table, my need for you grew so strong. You shimmered in the warm lamp light. My legs buckled at your glorious beauty.

I could smell your stupendous scent, feel your warmth.

You were beyond all comprehension.

Tears began to well in my eyes, overwhelmed by awe.

You would complete me.

You were perfect.

Carefully, I reached out to hold you. I didn’t care what the strangers around me had to say. Maybe you were never meant to be mine. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered.

I needed you.

I felt you.

Warm in my hand, I felt you.

My heart, like a raging tide, soon calmed.

I held you for a while.

Then brought you to my mouth… and bit down.

“God, I love pizza,” I murmured between chews.




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