My Queen, from the first moment I saw you, there has never been a single second where anything else occupied my heart. When I look at you, my heart races, my hands tremble, my eyes waver, my mind goes blank, and I forget everything else. I have wanted only you until now, and I will want only you forever. You are my world, my light, my life, my salvation, my god, and my very meaning. I love every single thing about you—your way of speaking, your smile, your gait, your gestures, your gaze, your scent, your hair, your struggles, your wavering eyes, your trembling hands... My Queen, you likely have no idea how many times a day I think of you. You likely don't know what thoughts cross my mind every time I see you. I wonder if you know that you are the only one for me. My head is filled entirely with thoughts of you... Yet why are you so cold to me, even though I look only at you? Why are you so indifferent, as if you don't care for me at all? Why do your eyes never turn toward me? Why is it that you, of all people, do not want me? Please, just say something. I would rather you hate me. My world, please do not abandon me... My love, I want you to look only at me. To want me, to seek me... It may be a vain greed, but I will never be able to give up on you for all eternity. Is that not why I struggle like this, trying to get your attention by any means necessary? Even if I am this ugly, even if I am this wicked, I hope that you, at least, will look at the true me inside. I hope that someday you will look at me and cherish me. So today, I simply wait, doing things my heart is not truly in. Anytime is fine—no, as soon as possible, if you can, please look at me right now.