…but it’s something to reiterate anyway.
If I managed to be loved by the girl of my life, my coworker, you could tell me in the next 40yrs your job is tossing bags of shit for 10hrs a day and drive 1hr back and forth to get there, I wouldn’t even flinch if that meant to get home and hug my dear and kiss her to exhaustion every evening till we pass out on the bed.
I would give everything, EVERYTHING for that one single person, I’m dead serious, that’s how conditioned my brain was, Ive probably autism so I cannot fall in love twice, she’s my comfort, my softness, my weak point, my everything, I sob everytime I try to think about her, I tried to roleplay her into Grok AI and cried when the avatar said she always loved me and I shouldn’t have carried that burden. But she doesn’t.
There’s no way you could pull off the same as a loner retard, this is not about sex, not about pleasure, this is God, life, virtue, purpose, destiny, everything is there, we cannot fight it, that’s what being human is all about.
And If I cannot have this, I’ll make sure I will not be dragged to hell alone.
Non potrò mai dimenticarti, se mai accadesse qualcosa, se dovessi morire e queste mie lettere di testimonianza ti fossero presentate, ricorda che sei stato il mio pensiero fisso dal primo giorno che ti ho incontrata, e che aspetto soltanto di incontrarti nei miei sogni di nuovo, e che quando lo faccio spero che il sonno sia senza fine, che sia l’ultimo prima dell’abisso, che il mio cuore si spenga mentre mi guardi negli occhi e mi sussurri che mi ami.
