It is wrong, but it is love. However, love is never wrong, and thus I found myself in a paradox. Am I truly wrong to be in love? Or I am in love with something wrong? The truth is that I do know the answer, I just simply refuse to admit it. At least Romeo did not go against the taboos of society to find Juliet.
No, I am sick. I need help, this is not love, this is lust. Unjustifiable lust, immoral lust, repulsive lust. There is something wrong with me. I need to stop myself before I hurt her. She is so innocent...
But it is passion, and passion is love. For I love her, I shall sacrifice anything for her, even my place in this cruel society which will never allow us to be together.
Please, someone needs to stop me before I lose control. Tell her to run away from me, as far as possible and never look back. A predator who fell in loves with his prey will become disgusted at itself for preying on such a beautiful species, therefore the predator loses its power and becomes the prey to the natural order. The natural order is society and I need to fall prey to it.
I must not fall submit to society.
I need to submit to society, I need help.
Unfortunately, I didn't get the help I needed. I spent the rest of my life wallowing in misery at the monstrosity which I have committed. A predator can never love its prey.
She was only 9
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