Ever since I met her, I’ve been able to wake up without asking myself if life is even worth it. Marisa is the only reason I need to live. I want to marry her and love her for the rest of my life. It’s almost scary how much I love her, and it might be my only obsession and addiction, but I love her, I really do. I cannot express my love for her. I can only say that I love her over and over again like a broken record expecting someone to understand. I love how good she looks on her witch outfit, with her witch hat. I love how she smells after a shower and I love how she smells when sweating. I love her voice and all the sounds it makes. I love her smile and how happy she looks when she talks about something she likes. I really love how she touches me and how she kisses me, softly or forcefully. I love her hugs. I love being next to her, her warmth, her hands, her face and her thighs and like, damn. I really love her taste in music even if I make fun of it all the time. I love her taste in books even if it’s just stolen books from Patche. I will never get tired of listening to that sweet angelic voice of hers. I love to fall asleep while she hugs me. I love listening to her breathing and feeling her chest breathing and feeling her heartbeat. I want to hold her hands all the time, and kiss her all the time. All I want is to make her happy for as long as I possibly can, and love her until I die. I want her to nibble my ears and tease me all around, and then hugging her expecting her to give up, but she keeps nibbling and kissing. No matter what I do, I am constantly thinking of her. Her “Daze~ ★ ☆” is forever in my heart.