My dear Mai,
You always act so adorable, it makes me so happy when I see your smile, that smile that looks like I'm the only one she cares about, which to my pure delight I am the only thingor person she cares about
Who wouldn't be happy when an ethereal beauty made you her whole world, oh the beauty of her face was beyond my wildest dreams, her long black hair that when she looks don casts a veil over her face like her her itself was trying to keep her beauty to itself, her complete isolation that makes her stand out even more since no one else would be leeching of her raidiance and that same isolation makes me the closest thing to her in heart and body, her pale skin combined with does sharp eyes always make my heart race
My dear Mai doesn't like face, in fact she dislikes them because they're always so hateful especially there eyes, she says that eyes tell emotions that the face hides and it's disgusting, so when she looks at anyone she doesn't look at theirface
But for me she always looks me in the eye whenever she talks to me, it always makes me happy when those melancholic eyes of hers look at me with warmth and love, it makes me
Want to give my life to her
Serve her
So I can continue being her world
Oh, I love My Mai to Death, I love how she treats me with care and gentleness, but also the madness trapped behind that supposed calm and even the way she rips me apart to make sure I'm real since she can't tell
But does she know no matter how many times she feels the warmth of my skin, the features of my face, the stands of my hair, and coolness of my blood on her hands
I'm still not real