When I watch Anne, I feel.
I feel so many things. Despair, desire, lust, pain, anxiety, fear. I feel more than I’ve ever felt in my pitiful excuse for an existence.
She gives me a reason to exist. Watching her, protecting her, guarding her from afar. She is my purpose in this life.
Anne Johnson is my everything.
And she doesn’t even know it.
*clearing throat to mimic Chandler*
"Could this book ,be any more sweet?"