I would fall into the pits of hell with you rather than face the thought you might suffer alone. A powerful goddess erased all my memories but she couldn’t make me forget the sound of your laugh. You are my tether to mortality and the hand that saved me from drowning. The first time you kissed me I caused a seismic volcanic earthquake. When I met Aphrodite I thought she looked like you. The divine rulers of this universe fear I might burn down the world if you asked. And I would. Without hesitation. Do you get it? Do you understand?

I mean yeah I carry a sadness that exhausts my will to live like a leach on my heart but I’m basically fine

i know i can't argue with reality here but it's devastatingly unromantic that blood transfusions only work if you have compatible blood types

sure i guess it's something that i can transfer my breath to their lungs via a kiss in an attempt to resuscitate or keep them alive but it lacks the visceral intimacy of sharing my blood in their veins you cannot convince me otherwise