To my dearest John David Jay,

I am five foot seven of shadows and black silk, but your name softens even the sharpest edges of me. When you enter a room, the air bends, and I can’t stop my eyes from finding you. You are the single flame I’d dare to burn for, the brightness I let slip into my dark world. If the night feels warmer, it’s because I’m there, loving you in silence. Until fate betrays me, I’ll stay the goth baddie at the edge of your vision, longing for you

From Anonymous