"I have told you before that I am loyal to a fault, and that no matter what happens, I will be loyal to you, and I will care about you fiercely. You don’t need to fear my leaving, you don’t need to fear my annoyance, because, my muse, I would never leave, and I cannot stay angry at you.
Because I understand your motives, your wants, your desires. I understand the reasons you stay up, staring into the dark, mind spinning and reeling, nausea creeping up your throat, because you’re so in love with the mere idea of love.
Because I understand your late night ramblings, and the amount of trust you have, because you need no alcohol, no high to spill your every thought without a moment’s hesitation.
Because I will sacrifice anything, everything I have to preserve your wellbeing, and your happiness, and your life.
I understand why your hands shake during class, and why you glance around during class, and why you laugh louder than you usually do, and why you no longer hug me anymore unless I ask.
Because I understand that you no longer smile genuinely, it’s become a facade like my own happiness, and whenever we are alone, all I want is to see your pretty face break into a grin.
But you need not pretend with me. Because I know you and I understand you.
You need not fear hurting me, because I have been hurt before, and it will not phase me.
You need not fear my leaving, because even if you took a blade and plunged it into my chest, I would only wince in slight, and grip your hand and lead you to safety before breathing quiet poetry and finally leaving your presence.
Because as long as I make these poems, these stories, these accounts, they will never be able to fully express the passion and love I feel every day, the protection and worry, the outright raw emotion I experience.
I am loyal to a fault, you need not fear my leaving, you need not fear my annoyance."