Unsent Messages

I honestly don't know where to begin. It all started back on Halloween - you followed me outside and watched the stars with me on a rainy night while the others giggled and fooled around inside. As cliche as this sounds, the second I looked into your eyes on that starry night, I immediately knew that I loved you. But it's not like I could ever tell you - not that I would ever want to. I honestly love how bright your fuckin' hair is, I love how you clutch your books with both hands and hold them against your chest, I love your art especially. I haven't found the right person, and this feeling is extremely new to me. I'm not really good at handling my emotions - I'm used to being 'The Dark Lord' who doesn't have any time for love. But you decided to come into my life and fuck up everything. I guess you can say you've stolen the heart of the dark lord. Thank you for being in my life, and I love you, I think. God, this is so confusing.

- Your devious paramour