scaramouche

I love Scaramouche so much, I can’t stop thinking about him. I dedicate every single thing I do to him. I love him with all my heart and I wish I could hug my baby and tell him none of the betrayals he had was his fault and be there for him until the end. I just love him so much, I wish either I could hold him or he could hold me tightly in an embrace. In a warm, loving embrace. Every day, every afternoon, every evening, ever night, I think of him. I think of what would happen if we were in love. So deeply in love with each other. I just love him a lot, I really do. I could never love a man as much or nearly or halfway as I do with Scaramouche. Scaramouche is top priority. He’s everything. I just love him so much, I wish I could kiss him and cuddle him. I wish I could comfort him and tell him that I’ll always be there for him no matter what, because I will be there for him under any circumstances. I love Scaramouche so much and nothing about my love for him will be less, as my love for him can continue to grow more every second, every minute, every hour, every day, every month, every year, every decade, every century. Because I love Scaramouche. I love Scaramouche, and I wish to hug him tightly and be his eternal love and wife. <3